Hail

The lovely town that I reside in had a hail storm today. At 6:30 in the morning. I sleep next to the window, and of course, I was jolted awake. This hail was awesomely awful. Basically, the size of small dogs.

I was awoken from my state of "almost there" napping when my roommate came home after work obviously NOT happy about something. The hail had dented her car, the last thing that ran through my mind after being woken up at 6:30 in the AM was "Hmm, I wonder if my car is okay..." Of course not, I wondered why in the hell I was awake so early. Oh, joy. Could it be that my car is also dented to all hell?

I couldn't be that lucky, lucky enough to not have dents. Oh no, of course not. We got to my car, and sure enough, there were the dents. JOY. What does my roommate do, after being so upset about her own car? Start laughing and saying "Yay, I'm not the only one. You're car is shitty too!" Wow, thanks roommie!! She's lucky I like her, just saying. (:

Moral of the story, buy parking garage parking permits.