Well, it sure did rain last night. It rained everywhere. From the sky, on the roof, on my head, on cats, on dogs, on squirrels, on the homeless, on pretty ladies, on smokers, on public art, on trees, on lakes (redundant), on fugitives from the law, on any pies set outside to cool and then forgotten. It rained, rained, rained!
Apparently, it also rained in my car.

This morning, unsuspecting, I went out and I dunked my dainty toe right in there. In that dirty puddle! IN MY CAR! It is deceptively deep. Who could have anticipated a deep, dirty puddle where my driver's side floor used to be? What is a dirty puddle doing in my car, anyway? The window wasn't open. The door wasn't open (or was it?).
After the jump, please enjoy* the arduous process of bailing out my vehicle.
(*PROCESS** NOT ACTUALLY ENJOYABLE.)
[**NEITHER THE BAILING PROCESS ITSELF NOR THE PROCESS OF READING ABOUT THE BAILING PROCESS.]
Step one: Sopping towel!

Step two: Squish, squish, squish.

Step three: Um, I didn't take an "after" picture, so if you need closure, just imagine this one but without the water.

Step four: Ta-daaah!
Step five: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Christ, that was boring. Are you still here? Wow, even I didn't read this far, and I wrote it.
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