Tackett read the forecast. “Slumping mercury today. Tomorrow, no spring to it.” He pushed a button and dispatched the weather.
“Was that the best they could do?” Klondike Cyndi couldn’t believe the National Weather Service.
“Well, actually there was more to it than that,” Downing replied. “They said there was a ten percent chance of snow today. Looks to me like it’s been ten percenting out there for about the past eight hours.” Uh-huh.
“Looks to me like they’ve been ninety-percent wrong, too,” Klondike Cyndi mused. Tick-tock, tick-tock.
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