Depends not necessary...

Friday night we got hit with some MAJOR storms! I woke up to the first storm around 2:00 AM. The rain was torrential and the lightening constant! It seemed like the night sky was constantly illuminated. In fact, there was so much lightening so close that I got a little freaked out and escaped my bed for a while because I feared the lightening would come right through the window and fry me in my bed! Then the hail came. It was little hail, but hail nonetheless. After about 20 minutes of downpour the storm subsided. Only to return a couple hours later with equal fury!

However, by morning all the rain was gone and all that was left to remind us of the storm were some downed branches and wet cement. Oh yeah, and one more thing...

As I walked out to my car that morning (going to visit my good friend Lindsay downtown) I realized with chagrin that my drivers side car window had been left down all night. Not just cracked, but ALL THE WAY down! So I patted the seat to determine how soaked it really was. It didn't feel too wet, and I had a towel in the backseat, so I figured if I used that as a cushion I'd be fine. So I drove the 35 minutes into downtown, parked my car on a street bordering the hood (the only place to find parking! no one wants to steal my car anyway!), and got out. As soon as I stood up I knew I was sorely mistaken about the soaked factor of my car seat. The backside of my pants I could nearly wring out! I felt frozen. What to do? Clearly it looked like I had wet my pants--and wet them through! Plus--they were light colored pants...what if they had suddenly become see-thru? I shuffled my way to the nearest public building and went in to find a restroom with a heat dryer (and a mirror to check if my pants had become see-thru). I found the bathroom but no dryer.(thankfully the mirror eased my fears of baring more than I wanted to the world!). I used paper towels to absorb any excess water, but it was evident that I was going to have wet pants for a while. At that point I decided to walk down the very busy streets of downtown Chicago holding my head up high, acting like there was nothing unusual about the butt of my pants being soaking wet. I walked fast and didn't look back. I'm sure they've seen stranger things in Chicago before! Thankfully the 'Windy City' lived up to its name and had my pants dry in less than a half hour!

Now--go check your car windows-even if it doesn't look like rain!