I’ve always been surprised at how quickly and easily I can get to church on Saturday nights. Church starts at 6, so you’d think being on I-4 at 5:30 would be a nightmare, but everyone’s moving along at a good clip. So I never leave my house before 5:30.
Except tonight I needed gas. I didn’t realize that till it was time to go, but no big. The gas station is on the way and I still have about 10 minutes of wiggle room.
Except it’s literally flooding outside. Using my umbrella as a shield against the sideways blowing rain, I lightly skipped across the lawn since that was the best way to avoid the ankle deep puddles. But I make it to and in the van without being completely soaked or struck by the lightning that’s dancing all around.
Then I proceed to be stuck going up our hill because it’s really hard to hydroplane at an upward trajectory. I’ll need to have a conversation with Physics about rectifying that particular situation.
As I wait at the light to turn into the gas station, I’m dazzled by the 2 second long lightning strike to a power pole. The power pole produces a lovely fireworks display and I think: I may not make it to church alive, but hey: the street lights are still working so how bad can it be?
Except that when I finally pull into the gas station, all the pumps are dead. I literally watch a row of gas pumps reboot their own computers, go through their whole startup process and then *look* like their ready for business.
So I coast back home to pray that as properly prepared Floridians, we have some gas in the garage.
At this juncture, it’s already 6 pm. I’ve blown my arrival window, my retina (the lightning was truly horrifying), and the house is about to fall down from the thunder so I’m thinking…maybe I won’t go to church tonight.
But Mom comes to the rescue, we once again manage to escape the lightning while refilling the car from our gas stash and I’m once again on my way to church. I’m still pretty certain that the apocalypse has started and we are all gonna die.
Except I make it to church in one piece, no harm, no foul. It’s 6:30, but I didn’t miss any of the sermon so really, it wasn’t THAT bad.
We seem to be living happily after ever for now, anyway, so: