Drowned Rat

Friday stank.

Friday morning thunderstorms came blazing across the state. We heard from Stillwater that there was large hail. All the panicky local weather warning wazzits predicted up to golf ball sized hail.

At work, my car sits 5 blocks away in an uncovered parking lot.

I decided to do something I've never done before (and am unlikely to do again). I ran out to move my car from the free lot to a parking garage.

The heavy rain started as I hit the door.

Half-way to the car, the wind was bad enough that I had to fold up the umbrella and run for it.

I did get the car moved, at least. But I looked like I'd jumped in a swimming pool. Water poured out of my shoes when I took them off. I pointed my desk fan at my shoes and socks... it took all day for the socks to dry, and the shoes were still soggy.

(dramatization)

For a while I had my shirt open, trying to help it dry out. I was barefoot, open-shirted, and dripping wet. I looked like the cover of a romance novel.

My jeans never did dry out. All day it was like sitting in a tub of ice water, with an icepack placed over the main attraction. I don't recommend it.

iCanSpell suggested I cuddle up in the Popcorn Machine, which I seriously considered.

Oh, and I'm sure you can guess the last punchline. It doesn't take much imagination, really.

We had no hail. Naturally.