These folks love a sense of humor. Commiserate with their plight. Tell them you know how hard they must be working. They clam up like someone just stuck a sock in their mouth. We're not closing that airport until further notice and hurricane updates.
All flights are on schedule.
I already know you've been closing airports up the east coast like dominoes. Norfolk had been closed for 12 hours, and Philly's shutdown, according to my deathwatch, was only hours away. I impart my scientific deductions to the hotline crew, and they scoff. They amuse themselves with my dire warnings until about dinner time on Wednesday, September 15, when I found a woman who told me what I needed to know. She was the spy I needed, the hero of the hour, the leak.