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I was in love Snoopy hiking team we will get there when we get there shirt . The text mirrored a political chant Billy Joe Armstrong had opened the concert with. It was also what a boy in the year above me took issue with. I was sitting with my friends at lunch when the boy came up to me with a notebook and began questioning me about my political beliefs. He pulled out a ton of incorrect statistics of the good Donald Trump had done for the country since he’d taken office. The rain was so heavy, I could barely see the lights of the gas station ahead of me. The cars on the road had all pulled in to wait out the storm. I figured I should too. thought I’d fill up with gas, but there wasn’t a pump not in use. I pulled over by the air pump and just then lightning stuck a transformer, it was on fire. My nerves were shot. The explosion scared me so badly that I almost pee”ed my pants. I couldn’t take it. I decided to get out of that parking lot before a gas pump exploded. Just as I was about to pull out, I heard the sirens. Tornado sirens! Wtf! I was done, I couldn’t handle this. I just wanted to be with my son. I didn’t know what to do.
When I told him that my Snoopy hiking team we will get there when we get there shirt had nothing to do with Trump and was simply a shirt that had messages I believed in then asked him to leave me alone, he became incensed.There is nothing offensive about that, and if someone approaches you and says so, just walk away from them. Live your life dude. Wear whatever you want to wear. Life is too short to try and please everyone.My windows were rolled up, and still the rain was coming in. My car was shaking. I put it in park, turned off the key, and just sat there crying and praying. I couldn’t see anything out of the windows. I heard another loud explosion, but couldn’t see what it was. I shut my eyes and cried. I listened to the wind and thunder and sirens. My car was shaking so badly I thought the doors were going to open. Then everything stopped. The wind had pushed me to the end of the parking lot next to the railroad tracks. There were railroad tracks (the big wooden beams) all around my car. I guess the wind pulled them up and tossed them around. I put the car in drive and drove. I was hyperventilating, and pulled over at a rest area. I began thinking I would never make it to my son.