In one of his recent rambling speeches, Libyan dictator Gaddafi stated that he wanted to meet with protesters, but could not because it was raining.
Huh? The guy had an umbrella.
I recall an equally absurd weather excuse. I was in Army flight school, destined to play at war in Vietnam. The curriculum called for something about how to deal with becoming a prisoner of war. I can imagine few worse situations than being in a North Vietnam prison camp (if you don't believe me or have no imagination, read about Navy pilot Dieter Dengler's experience in Hero Found, by Bruce Henderson), other than a Soviet-era Siberian work camp. But, that's not the point...
Our P.O.W. training was canceled because of weather. Someone in the command hierarchy must have feared that a student pilot might write to his congressman and complain about harsh training conditions (some jerk unable to extrapolate Alabama woods to Vietnamese jungle). I recall being happy to have a day off...but am even happier to have never been faced with a situation for which the Army did not (could not) prepare me.
Unlike with, Muammar, an umbrella would not have been much help...
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.