The puddle that wasn’t a puddle

Last Friday, we had a bit of rain. And sleet. More than bit, really. You might even say that it rained and/or sleeted all damn day, when it comes down to it. I had to go out in the afternoon for a meeting at an Elementary school.

On the way to the school, I did pass through a few puddles. Some even seemed a little on the deep side, but still definitely puddles. When I got to the school, I noticed a puddle in the drive way, but it looked like all the rest of the puddles, so I drove in anyway.

And I found out that it wasn’t a puddle at all. It was a fucking pond. And my Mini is not at all like a boat. Before I could even try to back out, the engine died, and my car was stuck in the water, which came past my ankle. Icy cold water, I might add.

So, once again, I am without my car and stuck with a rental. Except this time, it’s my insurance that has to foot the bill. $1400! And that’s only so far! Who knows what it will be when it’s all over and done with.

I hate puddles

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