Should've Worn Heels

The South is...weird. A little before noon today, the clouds suddenly gathered and just mass-dumped themselves for a couple minutes. I decided to grab some lunch and was watching this go on through the windows as I walked down the hall. Fortunately, at the exact moment I got to the door, this proceeding decided to cut itself off, just as suddenly as it started. It was magical ~ burning hot, dark and cold, then burning hot again ~ no transitions!

So then I stepped outside into a flooded parking lot and realized, hey, why am I not wearing heels or waterproof shoes? Hahaha, the South has rendered away all the good weather-precautionary actions I subconsciouly stuck to in my Ithaca days.

Then comes the even more magical part. As I trek through the first three parking rows to get to my car while this huge, flat stream rushes towards the sewers (the underground was singing!!!), I notice that it's so freaking hot out that I'm watching the water vaporize! No wonder there aren't any little streams near here. It was kind of a surreal effect, like wading through a forest of dry ice except the trees are SUVs and it's blindingly sunny.

It's a couple hours later now and the waterpark outside was long since dried before I even made it down the road to my lunch destination, but my pants are only getting stickier as the wetness keeps climbing my khakis in this dank programming cave.