prescient

the fedex guy just came by with an envelope for one of my coworkers. he brings us packages almost every day, and i'm closest to the door, so by now we're old friends.

it's a quick interaction, though, so mostly we offer platitudes of greeting while talking over each other.

hi, hi how are you, how are you i'm great, i'm doing good thanks.

except this morning, what he said was: "i'm doing good. i think that's going to change a little later, though."

i smiled and waved him off. then i turned to emma, somewhat alarmed. "what could possibly change for the fedex guy?"

she looked up at me. "it's supposed to storm later today."

ah. that certainly is less cryptic.