Rain, Lotsa Rain

So, after pottery class, I am greeted by torrential rain.  And of course I need gas.  Nothing like a nice cold outdoor shower to cool you waaaay down.  Feet soaked by the mini rapids shooting past my car. The road to the gas station is completely covered in water, if you can’t see the road you don’t have to stay in the lines, right?…it’s like a toddler coloring.  The gas station side of town is plunged in darkness, can I even get gas?  I have to say there are few things sadder than darkened golden arches, no after class snack for me.  *sigh*

Luckily, my gas station must have some back-up power.  I read the warning messages, before getting gas… turn off your engine, don’t use your cell phone, beware of static electricity.  No warnings about getting gas in the middle of a lightening storm.  I figure I am safe.  Because there is no such thing as a stupid warning, if it’s not there, it’s not dangerous.  Don’t you like those signs that ask: Hey, did you remember to bring your baby or did you forget and leave them in the sweltering car?  That’s the job I want, writing warning signs for the clueless.

Fortunately, I survived the gas station/electrical storm scenario.

Only to risk death by hyperthermia as my soaked body enters my icy cold refrigerated house.

 

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