It's bad enough that when it comes to forecasting, the weather people usually can't find their asses with both hands and a bloodhound. There is that unpredictability factor, though, that will never be completely conquered so some screw-ups can be forgiven. No, what I'm talking about is inexcusable and light years beyond stupid.
So I wake up, turn on the TV, and take a quick look at the Weather Channel (honestly, I don't know why I torture myself). They do a thing called Local on the 8's. A guy's voice says, "Currently in your area..." and then gives the temperature and sky condition. This time, he says, "Sunny and 67." I look out the window. I look out all the windows. What do you suppose I see? I see not one sliver of blue sky. Anywhere. I see nothing but a sky filled horizon to horizon with gray clouds. Maybe this information was broadcast specifically for those in airplanes, you know, for folks who happen to be above the clouds. I waited eight minutes until the next update just to make sure I wasn't missing something. I wasn't. Well, they were half right, I guess. It was 67 degrees.
I used to say that you should never trust a meteorologist's forecast that goes further than tomorrow. Now, I can safely say you should never trust a meteorologist, period. Want to know what the weather is? Step outside. Too bad the over-paid professionals at the National Weather Service and your local news station never think of doing that.
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