So how many times have we gotten a forecast with hail in it and actually gotten hail? (That was a rhetorical question, but I’ll answer it: hardly ever.) Last Monday night, man oh man did we get hail! I was on the west side on Old Sauk Road when the big stuff came down. Almost to the beltline, I made a right turn into the gas station hoping for a spot under the shelter over the pumps. Nope. So I continued to the back of the gas station hoping to find something–anything. And I found their car wash with an open garage door. I slid right in and was completely sheltered from Mother Nature’s temper tantrum. It was loud. I have a household with two loud young boys. And I’m loud. But this–this was LOUD. I will never again doubt the existence of golf-ball sized hail. Just look at the picture I took.
I’m sorry if your car now looks like a hammer was used carelessly on it. I’m sorry if your windshield got smashed. I’m not surprised. Because we got hail. Oh man, did we get hail. That was nuts.
Lanette Hansen
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