Shoulda bought a wetsuit...
Well, it's another wet day out there. Perhaps dry transportation is not such a sacrifice, after all. I walked to work today, making it most of the way here before it started raining heavily. I was just getting past Queen Alex School when it really started to come down. Fortunately, I did not take the time to blow dry my hair today. Come to think of it, I should have just brought my soap and shampoo with me on the way to work and I could have slept in an extra fifteen minutes. Hmm.
Speaking of water, last evening I drove to my Auntie Vi's house, but not without remembering about my leaky sunroof. [Did I say "leaky sunroof"? I meant "little Niagara".] I walked across the street to my car, when it occurred to me that I should perhaps bring a container of some sort to catch the water that was going to inevitably pour out of the roof after yesterday's showers. So I returned to the house, grabbed a pot, a plastic table cloth and a large towel, ready and armed to deal pro actively with the terrible torrent.
I pushed the seat back as far as it would go, and then tilted the back of the chair so it was nearly flat. Then I spread out the plastic sheet and strategically placed the pot and the towel under the place the precipitation pours. Proceeding cautiously, I started the car, moved forward a few feet and gently stepped on the brakes. Genius! The water trickled directly into the trap. What a wonderful idea. This time my seat would not be soaked. Smiling smugly to myself, I pulled out into the street and accelerated to the end of the road, where I thought I would flush out the remainder of the water by braking suddenly.
Yes, the more mathematically minded would forsee the doomed debacle, but I, never having studied physics, was completely unaware of the calculating cascade. More water than should be able to fit in the inner chambers of a 1985 Honda Accord suddenly surged from all hiding places, pouring profusely past the pot, past the towel, and past the plastic sheet to land squarely on the seat, soaking the entire chair.
I am going to buy an umbrella.
Alas, I should get back to work. Boredom beckons....
The [now] Water-Wise,
~jace.
Speaking of water, last evening I drove to my Auntie Vi's house, but not without remembering about my leaky sunroof. [Did I say "leaky sunroof"? I meant "little Niagara".] I walked across the street to my car, when it occurred to me that I should perhaps bring a container of some sort to catch the water that was going to inevitably pour out of the roof after yesterday's showers. So I returned to the house, grabbed a pot, a plastic table cloth and a large towel, ready and armed to deal pro actively with the terrible torrent.
I pushed the seat back as far as it would go, and then tilted the back of the chair so it was nearly flat. Then I spread out the plastic sheet and strategically placed the pot and the towel under the place the precipitation pours. Proceeding cautiously, I started the car, moved forward a few feet and gently stepped on the brakes. Genius! The water trickled directly into the trap. What a wonderful idea. This time my seat would not be soaked. Smiling smugly to myself, I pulled out into the street and accelerated to the end of the road, where I thought I would flush out the remainder of the water by braking suddenly.
Yes, the more mathematically minded would forsee the doomed debacle, but I, never having studied physics, was completely unaware of the calculating cascade. More water than should be able to fit in the inner chambers of a 1985 Honda Accord suddenly surged from all hiding places, pouring profusely past the pot, past the towel, and past the plastic sheet to land squarely on the seat, soaking the entire chair.
I am going to buy an umbrella.
Alas, I should get back to work. Boredom beckons....
The [now] Water-Wise,
~jace.
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10:47 a.m.
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