
Well bloggers, we’re closing in on 6” of rain so far this month,
temperatures 6.5 degrees above normal, constant cloud cover (save
for a few gorgeous sunrises mixed in) and some unexpectedly strong
winds. So if you’re anything like me, a humorous little story
(which is slightly weather related) will cheer you up during
these sad, gloomy El Nino days.
The following is an experience at work I had that I will never
stop being embarassed about, but there is actually a good little
moral at the end that ties this awkward moment together
nicely. It is up to you to decide how stupid I really am by
the end of this story, but please understand…I do know my periodic
table.
Have you ever been in such a hustle and bustle that you make
stupid decisions because the moment is too fast for your brain to
keep up with? If so, you can relate to this story well:
After his procedure, a little boy no more than 6 years old slid
off the dentists chair and walked over to the assistant who was
working on him. His question was very simple: “Um…can I have a
balloon?”
The assistant smiled and said, “Sure!” as her focus turned from
the boy to me, signaling to hurry and go grab a balloon from the
back room to give to the little numbskull—I mean, tender child.
With my typical long strides and swift “news anchor”-like walk I
made it to the back room in just a few steps which would take a
normal person several more steps to accomplish, but not that that
matters. Just thought you’d like to know…
I opened the door to the back room and searched frantically for
the helium tank. Where could it be? The mom had her purse hanging
on her shoulder with the car keys in her other hand. She was ready
to leave and obviously didn’t want to wait for decades as some
silly sterilizer goofed around in the back room looking for the
helium.
Now this is where the disconnect happens: In the rushed state of
mind I was in (that’s my excuse) I just grabbed a balloon from a
nearby “balloon bucket” and blew it up—with Matt Leach air. Like my
air was so much better than everyone elses and it would suddenly
float up to heaven because of the greatness thereof.
That was not the case. Not the case at all, folks.
But again, at the time I wasn’t thinking about that. I sincerely
believed it would float without that stupid helium. The balloon
expanded to what I considered historic levels and I ripped off a
piece of silver string and tied it delicately to the end of my
perfect knot made at the end of the balloon.
As if this didn’t give it away, I emerged from the back room
holding the balloon in one hand and the string in the other. The
boy’s eyes lit up as he saw the gargantuan light blue balloon in
front of him. He reached his hand out and I gave him the
string.
Not a second after he grabbed my beautifully blown up balloon by
the string it began to sink to the floor—and fast. Awkward silence
filled the room. The mother and boy looked at the sad balloon lying
pitifully on the floor, and then turned their disapproving eyes
towards me.
I quietly asked the assistant: “Would you like me to make
another one…with helium?” The assistant smiled forgivingly, and
responded:
“No, you idiot. How can you call yourself a weatherman if you
don’t know the fricken difference between helium and oxygen? The
poor kid is probably going to be messed up for the rest of his
life…”
Actually, she didn’t quite say that. She sweetly responded, “No,
Matt. That’s OK.”
The little boy frowned and his mom patted him tenderly on the
back. They then walked towards the exit of the office, the little
boy dragging the balloon, bobbing along behind him.
Such a sad and embarrassing story, I know, but there’s a good
lesson to learn from this!
MORAL: In life, its one thing to have a goal
(the balloon), but it’s quite another to achieve that goal (putting
helium in the balloon so it rises to success!)
Awww, wasn’t that sweet?!
Stay strong, Kitsap. We’ll be basking in 70 degree sunshine
before you know it! Until then…the mild temperatures, rain and
clouds continue.
Matthew Leach
Forecasting Kitsap
Questions? Comments? E-mail me at: forecastingkitsap@live.com