Write Lightning is a blog from writer Deb Thompson.
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Everyone is welcome here.
(Some links or topics may not be completely kid-appropriate.)
Tue, Sep 06 2005
A Booth For A Party Of 400?
I have to relate one amusing story that came out of Katrina's destruction. In the rush afterward to get aid to the coastal area there was a call for help of every kind, but one of the largest needs was buses to carry evacuees to a more comfortable, safe place. People were being take to Texas and other areas as fast as humanly possible. A friend of mine was at a very small chain restaurant in Chattanooga, Tennessee, on what had been an otherwise slow night until a bus pulled into the parking lot. Then a second bus pulled in. And another. And then another, until eight in all were lining up outside the little diner. The skeleton restaurant crew almost went into panic mode at the thought of having to feed that many hungry, displaced people in a place that could seat only a few diners at a time and had very limited space in which to cook. Workers were soon relieved to know that the eight buses held only the drivers, who were trying to grab a bite before heading into the New Orleans area to help with the evacuation. My friend said the looks on the workers' faces gave them all a good chance to have a laugh. I know other stories will come later, even after all the terrible things we've heard. I'm just so thankful that we humans have humor as a safety valve.
posted at: 11:16 | category: /Miscellaneous | link to this entry
I have to relate one amusing story that came out of Katrina's destruction. In the rush afterward to get aid to the coastal area there was a call for help of every kind, but one of the largest needs was buses to carry evacuees to a more comfortable, safe place. People were being take to Texas and other areas as fast as humanly possible. A friend of mine was at a very small chain restaurant in Chattanooga, Tennessee, on what had been an otherwise slow night until a bus pulled into the parking lot. Then a second bus pulled in. And another. And then another, until eight in all were lining up outside the little diner. The skeleton restaurant crew almost went into panic mode at the thought of having to feed that many hungry, displaced people in a place that could seat only a few diners at a time and had very limited space in which to cook. Workers were soon relieved to know that the eight buses held only the drivers, who were trying to grab a bite before heading into the New Orleans area to help with the evacuation. My friend said the looks on the workers' faces gave them all a good chance to have a laugh. I know other stories will come later, even after all the terrible things we've heard. I'm just so thankful that we humans have humor as a safety valve.
posted at: 11:16 | category: /Miscellaneous | link to this entry
