It rained yesterday.
I left a little early. Got outside, no drops, went out the gate, no drops. Went through the parking lot, saw the clouds gathering, but no drops hit me.
Got in the car. There were drops on the windshield, which was odd. I mean, they came out of nowhere. The instant i put the car in drive, the sky opened up. It was raining hard enough that at one intersection, i only managed the left turn because i make that turn about 300 times a year and just dead-reckoned where the turn lane was. I couldn't see the lines on the road through the raindrops.
THAT was about the time my boss walked out, with his boss.
B-boss was an Ensign in the Navy, surface ships. Said he'd heard that the rain was pretty bad.
My boss was a Missile Tech Chief Petty Officer: "What sort of wimpy ship did you serve on? I'm a submariner. I don't fear water. Plus, i served in Bangor*, so i'm not afraid of any rain." This discussion raged from our office, through the high-bay, through the exit building, upstairs to the gate office.
They go through the gate and find a dozen people in the gate lobby, hiding from the weather.
Myboss: This is bullshit. It's just water! Outta the way. (MAY have said outta the way, pussies, stories conflict).
Walked straight out the doors, across the sidewalk, stepped down into the roadway.
And, okay, see, they're doing construction on the sewer system on the public road outside of our parking lot. And somehow, this translates to 'our sewers are full of water and not accepting any more water right now, okay, thanks, buhbye. Draining, but VEEEEEERRY slowly.
So the parking lot was flooded. My not-all-that-tall boss plunged into water that reached above his knee.
And had an instant, lightning realization: I have talked way too much shit to turn around, now.
So he slogged to his car, flopped his soaking wet lower half into the seat, and sloshed home. Said if he died this weekend it was a cold, not Covid.
*Seattle, not Maine
