Red Flag?
Okay, so here’s the deal. Yesterday I get this official warning on my phone, my watch and my email, all at once, like the world is coming to an end.
Look, I live on the Texas Gulf Coast, where this summer all that separates us from hell is a barbed wire fence and it’s down in a few places. We get two to three weather warnings a day so normally I’m not impressed by warnings, until …
What in tarnation is a “red flag warning?” I do not know, and I do consider myself to be an educated woman. I scored a 780 on the SAT verbal, dammit. I admit that was a long time ago but I remember most of the words and can still probably whip your butt at Scrabble. So don’t sass me about words.
And, while you’re at it, do not send me a warning without telling me what I should be scared of. That’s like sending me an official government text that says, “PANIC!” and that’s all.
My young friends tell me that there’s a comedian on the internet machine named Matt Rife who talks about red flags as indicators of people you are dating who have personality disorders. I am not currently dating and find it intrusive that the government thinks I am.
Okay, so there’s a link in this message. It takes you three full page scrolls on your phone to find out what a red flag warning is and by that time you probably would have died without even knowing why.
This is exactly what it says, ellipsis and all.
“A red flag warning means that critical fire weather conditions are either occurring now … or will shortly.”
Okay, so not only is that not the least bit instructional, two days before this red flag crap, I got this message from the same damn place:
I am told there is a blue flag warning that means a police officer is down.
So, I guess I’ll make a list:
Green flag warning: don’t eat the hamburger meat.
Yellow flag warning: larger than average sun today.
Lavender flag warning: People in drag at the library.
Orange flag warning: Trump trial starts.
Free free to add to the list.





