They (whoever “they” are) say it’s going to rain this week. So I’ve resisted the urge to wash my car. But I looked out the front window yesterday afternoon and saw my neighbor washing his car, so “they” must surely be right about that rain coming.
And why is that? Why is it that as long as I drive around in a filthy auto, the skies will refuse to flow? Yet, as soon as I break down and clean my ride, the clouds will gather en masse and throw down a rain party to beat the band.
I blame Murphy – that dude and his law.
In the meantime, I’m grateful to my neighbor for summoning and triggering the rain gods. Someone had to do it.