Are y’all sick of me telling you how big shit is in Texas? I hope not because just when I think I’ve covered the “biggest” thing Texans have, some other unnaturally-sized creature or event comes along to prove me every bit the naive Californian.
Texans have big balls… and I don’t mean parties.
You may be thinking I found this out the traditional way. Unfortunately, no.
We had another really huge storm in the southcentral area of the Texas coast on Sunday/Monday night. Tornadoes were spotted right over the little town I’m camped in just northeast of Corpus Christi. I was terrified when the tornado warning to “take immediate shelter” was announced. I grabbed my cat and headed to the cinder-block building in the park. A family from Canada was also there taking shelter.
While waiting for the storm to subside, we peeked out the door. It was then I noticed all the other RVers – ones with Texas plates – were still home, in their RVs.
In a park with over two-hundred residents, we were the only ones taking shelter: the four Canadians, the Californian and her cat.
All I can say is storms and mosquitoes aren’t the only big things in Texas. Texans have big balls, too.