What do you do when you're driving down a truck-packed interstate at upwards of 70 miles an hour in a construction zone with the shoulders blocked off by cement barriers and suddenly, in a drought-ridden part of Florida, the sky opens and dumps water in such volume that you can't even see the lines on the road?
Survive...and pray that it never happens again.
1 comment:
Actually, I pray, then survive.
Gotta love southern storms.
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