No, not that kind of BOB.
As the storms rolled through my city tonight. I was up at the range watching them on the big Teewee and talking to my favorite cat lady on the phone. She casually asked where my bug out bag was. I said it was at home in the closet... right underneath that tornado like radar return... a long ways away from me. At which point she made me aware of how much all my BOB planning was made of fail at that point.
Yeah, but you see... I've got it there and..... If it was in the car.... But what happens if....
I had nothing.