Text message conversation with Dr. Dad. Hometown got hit harder by the hurricane than college town. They lost power and Dr. Dad learned how to use his cellphone.
Dr. Dad: No power wind up radio on. zombies seen in new bern. looks grim mom wont let me get a beer from the fridge. boredom has set in. im texting long messages going insane
Me: This is the best text message I have ever received.
Dr. Dad: What we are slowly going crazy trapPed (nice spelling dad) in a darkening house arguing over the scraps of food and water left your mom is starting to look tasty dAd
Me: No one will cast me if my father is a cannibal. The best I could hope for is a lifetime movie about my pathetic life.
Dr. Dad: Sorry to ruin your life. mom is running around screaming get the power on. it looks bleak. maybe tuna sandwiches. oh wait i have month of food stashed and hundreds of galLons of water in the tubs. your tub will be our last stand water hole lots of germs.
Me: little watz's tub is the cesspool he's had MRSA.
Dr. Dad: ill treat it with with clorox boil it and maybe irradiate it. No light left getting dim fried chicken and beer in the fridge if I can make it.
Me: I thought you were a true post-apocalyptic warrior. You can do this.
A little while later...
Dr. Dad: i think i can now i have a cold beer
Hope everyone stayed safe in the hurricane.