When it rains, Phil's car leaks. It's an old car and the water seeps through the cracks when there's a storm. It's sort of a joke around here, and my parents even made up a certificate for his birthday that allows him to park in the garage when it rains.
Listen, it is very easy to laugh about someone else's car getting wet in the rain when your own car is as dry as the desert inside. However, it suddenly becomes not so funny anymore when you leave your own back windows open overnight for nine hours of heavy, steady rain. ASK ME HOW I KNOW.
I walked out to Old Blue this morning and discovered that I had done just that. Oh boy. I asked Phil the Wet Car Interior Expert how to solve my TRAGIC H20 EVENT and he said get some kitty litter to soak up the moisture. I did some investigatory googling and read that coffee grounds work too. So at lunchtime I headed over to WalMart and found my supplies. Then I stood in the express line for about twenty minutes behind a woman who clearly had a very liberal interpretation of the words "20 items or less." I had just finished pondering one of the great mysteries of my life...which happens to be why WalMart built no less than thirty registers but only ever uses six of them, if you were curious...when it was my turn to pay. When the cashier asked if I wanted bags I told her I would be fine without them, and that I really want to start working on reducing my carbon footprint...tomorrow. Maybe. What exactly is a carbon footprint anyway? Well in hindsight I probably should have just taken a bag, beacuse walking half a mile to my soaking wet car with an economy size can of decaf french roast and sixteen pounds of Special Kitty wasn't one of my brightest moments.
Obviously I didn't really think that pan plan through and I'm not really sure how I thought that pans of cat little on top of the seats would actually dry the seats. I was just following my perfect, clean, dark gray interior heart I suppose.
Knife. In. My. Heart.
Old Blue's backseat will never be the same. But you can be sure I will never, ever, EVER leave the windows down in the rain again. Although, if I do, at least I still have fourteen pounds of Special Kitty left. Silver lining.