When Pam and I headed out of Macy*s tonight, we were surprised by the torrential downpour.
We took a few minutes to stand under the awning of the store front to game plan.
Concerned for my sister's well being and my romantic desire to always run in the rain, I offered to go get the car. Shoes shucked and plastic shopping bag disposed of, I made a beeline towards our parking spot, which was when I realized that A) wow we sure parked far away this time, B) wow the asphalt sure is slippery when it's wet, and C) wow it is possible to hydroplane in your bare feet.
I've only almost slipped twice! But after the second time, I thought it best to just walk as fast as I could.
Once in the car and ready to go, I realized that the rain--the one that was near horizontal it was that extreme--actually stopped. Excellent. Excellent timing.
Pam was so nice to laugh about this when I pulled up in front of the Macy*s for her.
So goes my efforts at chivalry.
Doesn't it smart when your actions go to naught like this?
