What The Hell, Car?
Okay, so it's been POURING RAIN all day long. Seriously. When I left for work today it was falling in SHEETS and the gutters were flooding onto the sidewalk. I was like "oh, god, no, my car..." Fast forward almost 14 hours.
Instead of going inside when I got home 20 minutes ago, I ran across the street to survey the damage done to my car.
It is SITTING in a HUGE puddle, the water is still streaming down into the gutter next to it. I open the door.
NOTHING.
NOT A DROP.
THE CAR IS DRY INSIDE.
Now, don't get me wrong, I am ttally not complaining, but WHAT THE HELL, CAR?!
This is why my car's name is VEX. It continues to vex me in every possible way at every possible moment.
It's like the car only floods when it feels like it. Or when it wants to ruin my day, or make a bad day worse.
Damn you, Vex. Damn you.
At least it's dry, right? For now?
Instead of going inside when I got home 20 minutes ago, I ran across the street to survey the damage done to my car.
It is SITTING in a HUGE puddle, the water is still streaming down into the gutter next to it. I open the door.
NOTHING.
NOT A DROP.
THE CAR IS DRY INSIDE.
Now, don't get me wrong, I am ttally not complaining, but WHAT THE HELL, CAR?!
This is why my car's name is VEX. It continues to vex me in every possible way at every possible moment.
It's like the car only floods when it feels like it. Or when it wants to ruin my day, or make a bad day worse.
Damn you, Vex. Damn you.
At least it's dry, right? For now?