Puddle Pirate

There are two reasons why I stood in a puddle like a well-trained spouse with ice water rushing over the tops of my boots to soak my feet.

One – I wasn’t going out later to help Rob with the flooding apartment grounds, and I’m sure he knew it.

Two – not only was I the driver, but there was only one parking space left. Yep, the one with seven inches of rain, slush, and melted snow. The only puddle in the entire lot. But that’s okay, it was my day off and Ernie’s has the best breakfast in town, so I goosed Rob out of the car and plowed into the puddle.

Let’s just say the chorizo in the Mexican omelet is worth cold wet toes. So is Rob.