Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse
-- it totally does, but in a way that directly benefits me. And it was kind of cool to boot.
I rode my bike in the pouring rain this morning, the wind so strong it blew the drops right into my face and me almost off my seat. I rode past road closures and some seriously miserable cops directing traffic. Half of my route down to work was flooded, in some places with six inches of water. At the end of the hill, where my lovely Barnes & Noble is located, I see a glorious sight:
The intersection is actually underwater. There's a car stuck in the middle of it, and by that, I can see the water is about two, two and a half feet deep. I am oggling this with a bunch of kids from IHOP, who are all taking pictures with their cell phones, and cheering on any driver idiotic enough to try and make it through the intersection. Meanwhile, the poor lady whose car had died in the middle of the intersection sits at the wheel, with this kind of "Does Not Compute" look.
Just then, the electrical box thing (wtf are these called?) across the rouad explodes. Not like, shattering into a deadly rain of shrapnel, but there's a big noise and smoke pouring out of it. I look across, see that the power is off in the store.
They won't even know I'm late. I smile, bid the IHOP kids goodbye, and walk in. But before I do, I see the greatest thing ever: two kids with innertubes and swim shorts heading for the small pool that used to be Black Lake Boulevard and Cooper Point Road. They should have stolen the paddle boat from the boating store next to B&N.
The power goes back on. They keep the store open for another hour while I'm there, despite the fact that more miserably wet cops have come by and told all the stores they need to send their employees home. This wasn't the manager's fault. Blame corporate headquarters, who are all the way in New York, which has to approve the request. Losers.
Anyway, the store eventually does close, and one of my coworkers gives me a ride home. It's still pissing down rain, and I'm sure there's some miserable people that live down by work, whose plumbing is overflowing (ew). I feel bad for my coworkers that had to take 101 or I5 home, because last I knew, all the entrances and exits were closed.
It's hard to really feel bad though; I got the day off, a ride home, the power is still on here (miraculously) and an excuse to laze around for the next 24 hours.
I am thinking of braving the rain and buying a few supplies, though. The rain is supposed to continue for a while. I blame global warming. Everyone keep an eye out for a guy named Noah in the meantime.
I rode my bike in the pouring rain this morning, the wind so strong it blew the drops right into my face and me almost off my seat. I rode past road closures and some seriously miserable cops directing traffic. Half of my route down to work was flooded, in some places with six inches of water. At the end of the hill, where my lovely Barnes & Noble is located, I see a glorious sight:
The intersection is actually underwater. There's a car stuck in the middle of it, and by that, I can see the water is about two, two and a half feet deep. I am oggling this with a bunch of kids from IHOP, who are all taking pictures with their cell phones, and cheering on any driver idiotic enough to try and make it through the intersection. Meanwhile, the poor lady whose car had died in the middle of the intersection sits at the wheel, with this kind of "Does Not Compute" look.
Just then, the electrical box thing (wtf are these called?) across the rouad explodes. Not like, shattering into a deadly rain of shrapnel, but there's a big noise and smoke pouring out of it. I look across, see that the power is off in the store.
They won't even know I'm late. I smile, bid the IHOP kids goodbye, and walk in. But before I do, I see the greatest thing ever: two kids with innertubes and swim shorts heading for the small pool that used to be Black Lake Boulevard and Cooper Point Road. They should have stolen the paddle boat from the boating store next to B&N.
The power goes back on. They keep the store open for another hour while I'm there, despite the fact that more miserably wet cops have come by and told all the stores they need to send their employees home. This wasn't the manager's fault. Blame corporate headquarters, who are all the way in New York, which has to approve the request. Losers.
Anyway, the store eventually does close, and one of my coworkers gives me a ride home. It's still pissing down rain, and I'm sure there's some miserable people that live down by work, whose plumbing is overflowing (ew). I feel bad for my coworkers that had to take 101 or I5 home, because last I knew, all the entrances and exits were closed.
It's hard to really feel bad though; I got the day off, a ride home, the power is still on here (miraculously) and an excuse to laze around for the next 24 hours.
I am thinking of braving the rain and buying a few supplies, though. The rain is supposed to continue for a while. I blame global warming. Everyone keep an eye out for a guy named Noah in the meantime.