Comments on: Now all I need is a cape http://onesmallcorner.wordpress.com/2008/03/05/now-all-i-need-is-a-cape/ It's all a matter of perspective. Fri, 30 Oct 2009 22:20:21 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: Angela http://onesmallcorner.wordpress.com/2008/03/05/now-all-i-need-is-a-cape/#comment-5657 Angela Fri, 07 Mar 2008 23:07:46 +0000 http://onesmallcorner.wordpress.com/?p=470#comment-5657 Thanks for entering the beach towel giveaway, good luck! Thanks for entering the beach towel giveaway, good luck!

]]> By: Mike http://onesmallcorner.wordpress.com/2008/03/05/now-all-i-need-is-a-cape/#comment-5656 Mike Fri, 07 Mar 2008 11:30:30 +0000 http://onesmallcorner.wordpress.com/?p=470#comment-5656 Same storm. Just imagine standing between two lines of cars populated by distressed grandparents, angry soccer moms, and oblivious high school students all trying to pick up their middle school car riders. The line moves not. The rain cascades down to the point that I wonder if this is what it is like to be at the bottom of Niagra Falls. The car rider line is still not moving and I am now battling the wind for possession of my umbrella. The wind gets its way. My umbrella is wrenched from my hands, skips across an unnecessarily large SUV (thus making Angry Soccer Mom #900 even more angry), and lands in the ditch. I do not retrieve it as the winds blow it down the road. Then it hits me: the umbrella made its escape. Why can't I? When will this car rider line begin to move? Why are all the students just hanging around the entrance? They aren't even trying to stay dry! Eventually, they all left and so did I. Soaked. All the way to my underwear. There's no cape in my future, but I'm thinking of adding a plastic poncho to my wardrobe. Same storm. Just imagine standing between two lines of cars populated by distressed grandparents, angry soccer moms, and oblivious high school students all trying to pick up their middle school car riders. The line moves not. The rain cascades down to the point that I wonder if this is what it is like to be at the bottom of Niagra Falls. The car rider line is still not moving and I am now battling the wind for possession of my umbrella. The wind gets its way. My umbrella is wrenched from my hands, skips across an unnecessarily large SUV (thus making Angry Soccer Mom #900 even more angry), and lands in the ditch. I do not retrieve it as the winds blow it down the road. Then it hits me: the umbrella made its escape. Why can’t I? When will this car rider line begin to move? Why are all the students just hanging around the entrance? They aren’t even trying to stay dry!

Eventually, they all left and so did I. Soaked. All the way to my underwear. There’s no cape in my future, but I’m thinking of adding a plastic poncho to my wardrobe.

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