That awkward moment you wake up to one of the loudest explosions you’ve ever heard and think it’s probably just the local nuclear power plant having a meltdown.
And then you remember what thunder sounds like.
And now it’s raining.
In southern California.
I know. I know. I should either go play the lottery or go to the gym and try one of my bad pick up lines.
Choices. Choices.
From the comments:
Simone: Nah, you should be outside dancing in the rain.
Zero: “Hey! It’s raining! Care to go outside and dance with me?”
Oh yes, I can make this work.
Chad: You just gotta be ready to make good on it if she says yes.
Kimberli: Your next line could be, “Have you ever heard a thunderstorm from the inside of my car?
Zero: That made me groan, Kimberli. It’s perfect.
Kimberli: Mission accomplished! ;)
Rebecca: It doesn’t rain and/or thunder in southern California?
Zero: California is in the midst of a very serious drought. Rain is very rare, let alone thunder showers.
Catherine: Just remember to be humble.
Zero: Someone got offended with my “huge ego” on Google plus because I was talking about how humble I am.
So I’m not sure how to go about letting people know I’m really freakin’ humble at this point.