Natural Disaster in Caribou

Mike and I went on an expedition today to find a Mother's Day gift for my dear mother (surprisingly, not my father, right?). Something about me and Mike, we love thunderstorms. We love the blinding flash of lightening and the crack of thunder that makes you scream- water drops the size of mice that pound their way into the earth and down the backs of shirts so suddenly that any thought of passing outside dry and safely is ludicrous. So, our expedition proved fruitless for my  mother, and we ended up making our way to Caribou Coffee on East Boulevard in Dilworth for a brief respite. OK, I lie. The respite we planned was not brief, nor was it in truth a respite. It's simply a charming phrase. So are you with me? Mike and I went out, and ended up caffeinated at Caribou, when suddenly the floodgates of heaven poured down upon the land. I am trying to use epic language to convey the epicocity of this weather but I realize I'm failing miserably. We sat here, saw a beautiful blinding flash of neon white light, heard the rib rattling crack of thunder, and watched buckets being to pour ceaselessly from the sky. People stood at the door attempting to find the courage for a mad rush to their cars- but it was hopeless. As soon as the door opened water flew its way inside, and people had to resign themselves to the inevitability of a good soaking. I am slightly ashamed and hysterically amused that women, upon running to their cars, let out a rather silly and high pitched shriek as they found themselves as wet as the moment of their birth (great image, no?). Back to the doors opening and water flying inside; the door could not close completely and we quickly discovered rivers flowing into ponds on the floor inside our beloved coffee house. The poor woman working opened the door for a moment to attempt to find where the water was coming from, and returned less than five seconds later dripping water from everywhere that water could be dripped. Her tee shirt became transparent and a coworker brought her an apron to wear out of concern for her modesty. For the past half hour she and another have been mopping the floor in an attempt to keep the water from standing. They are fighting a losing battle, it seems. This has been a lovely two hours worth of entertainment, though.

In other news, I've written three or four blog entries since now and the previously posted one, but have been too bored to post them. Perhaps, someday.