Ravings of a Textual Deviant

Tiny Fairville, Indiana is appropriately named; it hasn’t suffered from severe winter weather in fifty-two years. I had to know why, and my computer models weren’t working.

I arrived in late January, twenty-four hours before a major storm was predicted. I stopped for milk, eggs and bread…along with every other resident of Fairville.

True to form, the storm passed by. Willard, the grocer, was unsurprised. “Nature abhors a vacuum,” he intoned cryptically.

After two years, I determined that when 100% of residents buy milk, bread, and eggs within 12 hours of a storm…it misses.

Nature actually abhors low French-toast concentrations.

Author’s note: I’ve never understood what it is about severe winter weather that makes people want to eat French toast…and this was the only logical explanation I could come up with.

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