I glanced at the forecast Saturday morning. No rain for the next two weeks. So I figured it was safe to wash the car. (It had been months.)
What did I see on the forecast yesterday? Rain during this morning's commute. I bitched to Ben about it via text and he responded, "I'm going to start calling you Tialoc. And yes, I had to look that up."
I said to Ben, "You know it's just gonna spit; just enough to get the car dirty."
This is more than just spitting.
So frustrating.