Tuesday, June 28, 2005

A little moisture

I don't know why, but it follows me around.

The year that I worked in Saudi Arabia, it was the wettest spring they had ever had. Aaahhh, the memories come flooding back (pardon the pun). Watching the Arabs come screaming in off the desert (the way they drive, everyone SHOULD have been shrieking) in their big 'ol Chevy Impala. They see a puddle and decide that playing a bit of "splash the infidel" would break their monotony.

Being said infidel, I didn't find it too amusing. At first. Then I realized that these clowns are coming in off the desert (let's say, average speed of about 110k) and these 'little' puddles are suddenly 6 and 8 inches deep....

/tangent
Think it through. There's no need for any form of drainage system there. It rains once every 2 years. All that a drainage system would do is plug up with the trash that they throw in the streets.
/end-tangent

...and then they realize that their tires don't necessarily continue to make contact with the ground (i.e. hydroplaning) as they try and maintain control while they quickly closed on either other cars or obstacles like dumpsters.

It was a golden moment, I tell ya. Eventually, I found a great place to bait them where I could see them coming and duck around a corner and watch the outcome while staying dry.

So. Now it's 14 years later and it's the wettest June ever in Alberta.

I don't have anyone playing splash the infidel or anything but I am enjoying the water.

(this is where I wanted to go when I started all this)

You have to be concerned what with global warming and everything that our water supply is in question. Seeing this much rain just makes me think that maybe there's hope for a better day/week/summer yet as this water goes into the water table and hopefully is there for future use.

It makes everything nice and green, cleans off the grunge of daily life, and cleans off the odd car.

Ooooh, here comes another Impala. Gotta go...
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