B and I were catching a bite with Duwey on Warrigal, last night. We'd just finished up and were ready for our Boyz Nite In when the footpath outside the door heavily flooded from out of nowhere. It was quite surreal, actually. Surely not that much rain had been coming down and if it had, why the sudden gushing, hmm? Shouldn't there have been a gradual build-up (which there probably was, but as far as I'm concerned, if I don't notice it, it doesn't exist, for my eyes are all-seeing [and my fingers all powerful with zappy, wizard magic. I probably could've stopped the rain with my magics, in fact, but I didn't think it right to toy with natural forces])? Being an impatient lot, once the rain figured it couldn't tear up the footpath and aimed at a nice BMW (or some fancy-smanz bullshit car) on the curb instead (ooh, I wouldn't wanna try that motor, soon!) we figured it was time to swim home, and to risk our lives with some driving, and took off our shoes to immerse ourselves in gutter water. People were watching our great bravado (certainly not because they thought we were silly, but rather they admired and worshipped us) and we had a few laughs. I put my thongs down at one point to put back on and a lick of water tried to swipe em. But, I think of all the damage that occured, we can be thankful I wasn't wearing make-up to ruin because I did get quite drenched, and that would've been the greatest tragedy.
Driving out of the lot, we passed an adorable couple in matching outfits (which I'll assume, for their benefit, related to sport and not additional cutesie-ness). We watched in wonderment as the fella chose to take his shirt off in the downpour, but were moved to "Awwww"s and "Ahh"s when he then used it to protect his girlfriend's hair from the rain. Well, he tried to, at least, but since he was running behind the (already saturated..) girl and the rain was blanketing in from all directions, he mostly looked like a dumbass (and we laughed at him and threw our rubbish in his face as we passed. My rubbish was an anvil. He squished funny).
Back out on the road, road rules no longer applied and mayhem was king. (At least, that's what I tried to incite by swerving all over the place and driving through puddles, occasionally giving a pedestrian a love-tap. I kid, fools. I kid.) It is funny, though, how panic-stricken people become in these situations so that at a time where they should be driving more carefully, they let their stupid colours shine and drive live maniacs. It didn't help that pedestrians occasionally wove through the traffic like zombies. There was a car crash on our trip home. Cars were broken down, or simply stopped in the middle of the road for whatever reason (actually, it's sounding more and more like a zombie movie!).
A bunch of street urchins (or neighbourhood children. It was hard to tell in that rain. They were possibly large rodents who were unlodged from the sewer by the flooding, and had quickly learned to imitate humans. Well, some people aren't that different to rodents to begin with, right?) were standing on a street corner by a great puddle, beckoning for us to splash them as we passed. We didn't, of course, cos we fuckin hate kids. Well, more specifically, I didn't think it was worth splashing my motor simultaneously, but they were cuties.
Having said that, although we took the road pretty cautiously, we did drive through an unseen puddle at one point which gave off a large splash, resulting in a communal, "WEEEEEE!" We're such predictable dickheads.
Anyway, end of a long, riveting story, we made it home (sorry to all who hoped I was writing this from beyond. But, those who know me even a little would know that I'm EXACTLY like a female MacGyver and can beat any odds), watched our stories and lived happily ever after. The end.
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