Dick has already written about the Thanksgiving service, so I will relate the taxi saga which got us there. Just outside the hotel is a taxi booth and before each journey negotiations take place (dh) for two cars. Glad to get out of the rain, off we went in convoy, dressed smartly, dh even wearing a tie (unheard of).
Dick was advised to use his seatbelt, which would be handy if there had been a slot to insert it in. I think the driver wanted him to look as if he was wearing it, in case we were stopped by a policeman. Meanwhile the single windscreen wiper (driver's side, thankfully) was fighting a losing battle with the rain...
It wasn't long before I became aware of a "little light showering " from within the vehicle....Everyone else was oblivious, windows were up, I scanned the area, wiped my face (slightly gritty sensation)...tried to ignore it....more drips...suspicious dart of eyes around the area...then I noticed my arm.....I have freckles?!!! This is new, moreover I have wipeable freckles and a forearm that glistens. "A little drop of rain will hardly hurt me now" comes to mind and I know I will be humming Les Mis for the next hour. Now my companions in the back seat are aware of my situation, apparently the freckles are also on my face (not a good look) and there is a damp clingy sensation on my leg where the material has sealed itself on my ankle.
It is at this point that Dick, in the passenger seat, looks down at his smart shirt.....smattered with tiny polka dots, brown or shall I say taupe, not sure how the fashion industry would describe the look.... Not sure who is the most dismayed, he or the taxi driver who calls out an expletive (in English) and thrusts a rag in the general direction of the, now obvious, source of the flow. The dashboard is parted and jets of "water" are spraying without restraint at Dick and beyond him to me. Dick spends the rest of the journey pressing the rag (not sure of its previous use....) into the aperture, not terribly successfully, due to bumps and braking suddenly.
We arrive at our destination, thankfully not too grubby. The travellers in the second car, emerge dry, smart and amused when we recount our tale!
Dick was advised to use his seatbelt, which would be handy if there had been a slot to insert it in. I think the driver wanted him to look as if he was wearing it, in case we were stopped by a policeman. Meanwhile the single windscreen wiper (driver's side, thankfully) was fighting a losing battle with the rain...
It wasn't long before I became aware of a "little light showering " from within the vehicle....Everyone else was oblivious, windows were up, I scanned the area, wiped my face (slightly gritty sensation)...tried to ignore it....more drips...suspicious dart of eyes around the area...then I noticed my arm.....I have freckles?!!! This is new, moreover I have wipeable freckles and a forearm that glistens. "A little drop of rain will hardly hurt me now" comes to mind and I know I will be humming Les Mis for the next hour. Now my companions in the back seat are aware of my situation, apparently the freckles are also on my face (not a good look) and there is a damp clingy sensation on my leg where the material has sealed itself on my ankle.
It is at this point that Dick, in the passenger seat, looks down at his smart shirt.....smattered with tiny polka dots, brown or shall I say taupe, not sure how the fashion industry would describe the look.... Not sure who is the most dismayed, he or the taxi driver who calls out an expletive (in English) and thrusts a rag in the general direction of the, now obvious, source of the flow. The dashboard is parted and jets of "water" are spraying without restraint at Dick and beyond him to me. Dick spends the rest of the journey pressing the rag (not sure of its previous use....) into the aperture, not terribly successfully, due to bumps and braking suddenly.
We arrive at our destination, thankfully not too grubby. The travellers in the second car, emerge dry, smart and amused when we recount our tale!
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