On my recent trip to Florida to see Thomas, I revealed to him a bit of my resourceful genius. Thomas and I were out running errands when we got caught in a hurricane-like downpour. Without umbrellas.
Luckily we were inside when it hit. However we were on our way to the next errand which we HAD to make in time before they closed. So we had no choice but to brave the storm to make it to the car. Except I was being really persistent about not letting my hair get wet. Oh, and I also was trying to keep the documents (think important identity-confirming-type-documents) from getting soaked as well. Although if they did get soaked, they’d look better than my hair would!
As we’re standing there Thomas thinks we should wait it out and then make a run for it when there is a break. However I’m not really such a fan of that plan. Instantly my inner Sydney Bristow kicks in and I start looking around the office we’re stuck inside of for something I can use to cover my head. Flyers? None. Newspapers or brochures? None. Paper towels in the bathroom? None. Holy cow – where are we? The anti-paper place?
Ok, so no paper. Next line of defense: plastic. Being a former corporate employee, I’m familiar with how offices typically store extra trash bag liners under the current liner, in the can. As inconspicuously as I can at this point (Thomas has already divulged my keep-my-hair-dry-plan to the security guard he’s befriended (and luckily so because otherwise I would look quite suspicious), I begin looking in all the trashcans for extra liners. No luck. I check EVERY single trash receptacle in the office. And guess what? Persistence pays off. I found one!
I pull it out, rip a small hole for my face (so I can breathe) at the bottom and start opening it up. At this point Thomas decides he’s making a run for it. Maybe he sees a break in the storm, or maybe he’s just not wanting to be associated with me. Either way he runs and gets soaked. I on the other hand run and stay about 90% dry. My feet did get soaked since I was wearing flip flops.
We both made it to the car, my hair dry and the documents dry too. Were heading to our next destination and when we arrive we see that it’s still pouring. I had pulled the hole on my head so much that it was now no longer fully functional. So I grabbed the plastic case for the jumper cables we’d recently bought and put in on my head. I turned to ask him what he thought. He snapped this pic and then proceeded to beg me not to get out of the car like that.
Unfortunately immediately after that he realized there was a real break in the storm and rushed me out of the car and to the front door of the next office…before I had a chance to take the outfit off and spare him the humiliation of being in public with me!
Isn’t he such a lucky man???
