“Ass hole! Ass hole!” The man yelled.
The wind was really whipping up now. I’d never seen a tornado before. Being a tourist it was exciting, but I also knew I didn’t want to see it up close. Still I had to wonder why in this quaint farming town where everyone was so friendly and caring, this man chose to be so crass at this particular moment. He must have been insane. He just stood there yelling “Asshole,” over and over, until he saw us looking at him. He motioned us to join him. As we walked toward him the farm hands arrived with the donkeys and we all made our way into the underground cavern, safe from the coming storm.