I can't say I blame him. After all, who would want to visit a country that's constantly raining and full of sheep? Plus, we all know how much hurricanes love a good pint of Guinness. And let's be honest, our pubs are hardly the most hurricane-proof structures around.
But seriously, folks, Ernesto has been a bit of a letdown. We've been preparing for this storm for days, stocking up on bread, milk, and extra blankets. We even canceled all our plans for the weekend, just to be on the safe side.
And for what? So we could spend the next few days huddled inside, watching the rain pour and wondering what could have been? Bah, humbug!
I mean, I understand that hurricanes are a force of nature and that they can be unpredictable. But come on, Ernesto, couldn't you have given us a little more notice? You know, like a postcard or a text message? Anything to let us know you weren't coming?
Instead, we're left with a fridge full of perishable food, a canceled weekend, and a feeling of anticlimax that could rival the All-Ireland Hurling Final being canceled due to rain.
Well, I suppose there's always next year. Or maybe Ernesto will decide to pay us a visit in the dead of winter, when we're all wrapped up in our woolens and huddled around the fire. That would be a laugh, wouldn't it?