Lincoln, Nebraska is a small city. I arrived at my motel, down the street from the local penitentiary, and then went in search of a local brewery Ploughshare. I was the only customer, and as the outside thunderstorms started up, I had a lengthy discussion with the bartender about everything.
As I arrived back at the motel, I heard the local tornado siren. Not knowing what else to do, I checked with the desk and the proprietor invited me into the laundry room. Not yet.
Back at the motel room, I checked with the local news, and it said "Expected hazards - tornados and hail up to 3 inches in diameter." So I went to hide in the customer laundry and met a nice family that had been on the road when the siren went off. Mom, Dad, little boy, baby and dog. We traded tornado stories and escaped unscathed.