deluge

I don't understand why people complain about thunderstorms getting their cars dirty. Honestly, the next surest thing after death and taxes is that every time it storms, someone will say "And I just washed my car, too, goddamnit!" Me, personally, I'm glad when it rains because that's the cleanest my car gets. Considerably more than a month ago, I was (cough cough) left without quite enough space in the garage to actually get into it -- the space was big enough for my car, sure, but not actually big enough to maneuver the evil Republican gas-guzzling behemoth into it -- and ever since then my car has had an interesting streak down its left side in the exact same color as the garage. It's a pretty public advertisement for my driving skills: Don't Let This Woman Borrow Your Car. You'd think I'd be embarrassed enough to wash it off, but y'know, the car wash costs six or seven bucks, and that is a lot of Ramen. So I've been waiting for it to rain. Thing is, we've been having a dry spell, maybe even a drought, and everybody's lawn is brown and crispy and my car is still decorated with garage paint.

Today it is finally raining for real. Not sprinkling, raining. In a Biblical sort of way. The basement will probably flood, but folks, my car will finally be clean. Hallelujah.