This evening we were heading out from the loft apartment parking lot and I got a glimpse of the sunset. "No, don't stop here," I tell my sweetie. "Go up the hill and turn right."
Up the hill and to the right. Drat, big ol' transformer in the shot. "Take a right on Main and go down to Broadway. Then I can get the church in the shot." As soon as I finished my sentence I remembered the storm chaser show.
I turned to my driver (and great one he is) and said, "Still think we would be good at the storm tracking thing?"