Well things have been a little quiet here lately what with the lack of rain and wind, so we decided to go and have another hurricane just to spice it up. This one, Rick—is the same name as the character played by Humphrey Bogart in the movie Casablanca, surely one of the best movies of all time.
Captain Renault: Rick, there are many exit visas sold in this café, but we know that you've never sold one. That is the reason we permit you to remain open.
Rick: Oh? I thought it was because I let you win at roulette.
Captain Renault: That is another reason.
Sounds like perfect hurricane logic to me. Anyway our last hurricane, Jimena, that wrecked the town in August, was a Category 1 and Rick had rapidly churned into a Category 5 by the time we woke up this morning. These hurricanes, you know they don’t sleep at night.
Sam: Boss, ain't you going to bed?
Rick: Not right now.
Sam: Ain't you planning on going to bed in the near future?
Sam: You ever going to bed?
Rick is projected to be Category 2 by the time he makes landfall in Los Cabos on Tuesday. Yesterday’s projections showed Rick’s outfall extending all the way up to the border of Baja California Sur, that’s 82 miles north of us as the crow flies; today it looks like Loreto may be as far north as he gets, but the deal with all these storms is that you never know what they will do until they get here. It has sent one of our guests scurrying back to the U.S. two days earlier than planned, and Esperando has developed a wait-see attitude about his planned trip to the U.S. on Tuesday.
Captain Renault: This is the end of the chase.
Rick: Twenty thousand francs says it isn't.
Captain Renault: Is that a serious offer?
Rick: I just paid out twenty. I'd like to get it back.
Captain Renault: Make it ten. I'm only a poor corrupt official.