My sense of timing can be pretty entertaining at times. I decided to haul a load of stuff to the landfill today. It's only needed to be done for about three months, but today seemed like a good day, and nobody checks the weather forecast before they go to the dump, right? Well, it started to rain about the time I finished loading my truck. Our landfill is a pretty heavy clay soil, so with the rain, by the time I got there it was nice and muddy. By the time I finished, my mud-covered truck smelled like it had been buried in rotting garbage for a couple of years, so I decided to run it through the car wash. It's either that, burn the truck, or drive the neighbors out of their homes. So I pull up to the carwash at Jiffylube in the rain, half expecting someone to come out and ask me if I'd lost my mind. Fortunately there was no line. Can't imagine why. I'm sure everyone washes their car in the rain. So I drove inside and chilled out eating my sausage, egg, and cheese breakfast sandwich and drinking a diet pepsi. Now that's pretty funny right there. Eating a heart attack sandwich and drinking a diet soda 'cuz it's good for me. This story is getting smarter by the second. Anyway, the carwash ends, and I realize I get 40 seconds of time under the car dryer - you know, those monster fans that blow all the water off of your vehicle to make it nice and dry. Well, I paid for it, so I'm darn sure going to use it. The best thing is that it's on the edge of the parking lot at the grocery store, so there's something like 900 people who could potentially see me sitting under a fan drying my very distinctive truck off in the middle of a rainstorm. If people ever start treating you like you are smart and you want them to stop, that'll do it.