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I had a job interview this morning. My printer's down so I was going to make a quick run to Staples to get my resume printed, and then I'd be all set. Simple simple?
Well, I took a backroad to fight the traffic, because Staples is on a very busy road but their back entrance is on a side street. The back entrance has a dip which sometimes creates a little puddle. You know the kind that splashes up by your windows like Moses parting the red sea. I've been through it before, no big deal.
I grossly underestimated how much it rained last night. I drove through the puddle and the water went UP TO MY F**KING DOOR. I could barely accelerate enough to get through it. But I and my car emerged victoriously! I was just about to do a victory dance when, just then, in true theatrical fashion, my car began slowing down. I looked in the rear mirror and saw smoke billowing out the back. The steering wheel locked. I swear the engine uttered "Rosebud." And then it was over. The car was dead.
Thank God for AAA, right? As I was waiting for the tow truck, I saw a few other cars turn into the back entrance intending to brave the puddle. But they all saw me a few yards ahead with my emergency flashers on, and did a U-turn out, a bit more educated than when they arrived.
Well, I took a backroad to fight the traffic, because Staples is on a very busy road but their back entrance is on a side street. The back entrance has a dip which sometimes creates a little puddle. You know the kind that splashes up by your windows like Moses parting the red sea. I've been through it before, no big deal.
I grossly underestimated how much it rained last night. I drove through the puddle and the water went UP TO MY F**KING DOOR. I could barely accelerate enough to get through it. But I and my car emerged victoriously! I was just about to do a victory dance when, just then, in true theatrical fashion, my car began slowing down. I looked in the rear mirror and saw smoke billowing out the back. The steering wheel locked. I swear the engine uttered "Rosebud." And then it was over. The car was dead.
Thank God for AAA, right? As I was waiting for the tow truck, I saw a few other cars turn into the back entrance intending to brave the puddle. But they all saw me a few yards ahead with my emergency flashers on, and did a U-turn out, a bit more educated than when they arrived.