Right outside my apartment building is the drain for the parking lot.
I hadn’t paid much attention to this in the past having moved in the fall and missed spring rain.
Well, let’s just say I am glad that I bought rain boots this year.
Let’s also say that this is a serious amount of water. So much that despite the rain boots, my feet were in pools of water. Not, however, because the rain boots were faulty, but because the water came in over the top. AND, I almost fell in it. Shudder.
Yuck.
Oh, and this isn’t solely about my dislike for being wet unless I’m in the shower. This is about the fact that this standing water came from the very parking lot where the goose play (and poop) and where I’ve seen more than one Colt 45 can and where, this week, I saw a condom wrapper (which I am assuming…well, I have chosen not to think about it, and was really successful until I got all sloshified.)
I felt dirty and immediately took a shower. Then I put the groceries away.