I've noted that your post was made at 4:48AM... and I've taken that into account. It also occured to me that you're like an Elmer Fudd out hunting Wabbits.
Firstly, an inconvienence would be a Tropical Storm. For me, Wilma was a bit more than a "little bitch." You see, Wilma brought her friends with her. Most of them were named F1, but the one that knocked on my back door was named F2. You see, her friends are tornados. My back door exploded inwards and shot glass and mud all the way across the whole apartment. Then it blew outwards and I'll just say it got messy from there. I'm currently typing with a broken hand... as we had to try to board up while a hurricane was still blowing 80 MPH winds at us, and the boards were fighting me the whole way.
After reading your post again, I've noted that almost none of it came from my original post. There are a lot of things you assumed... and you know what they say about the word assume. Arrogant spoiled little brat eh? I don't know if I should thank you, laugh or kick your teeth in. I don't think I've ever been called all those things... at least not all at once. I think instead, I'll just point, laugh, and chew a carrot. What a " marooon." What an " imbessel."