Okay – this story has been a long time coming because it actually happened during our trip to Argentina in the spring. [And no – the voters of South Carolina did not pay for OUR travel].
Despite a great deal of modernization, the Argentineans still don’t seem fully committed to certain amenities like…air conditioning. Which is why I and my three co-travelers were riding with the windows down in a taxi in Buenos Aires immediately following a huge torrential downpour.
About halfway through the ride…in some freak conspiracy of nature and traffic…a giant WAVE of petrol-infused water…splashed from the wheels of a passing bus…through the driver’s side window….and all over…ME. A wall of dirty-ass water that miraculously hits not another soul in the whole car. President Kennedy’s magic bullet did not take a more improbable path through a vehicle - leaving my fellow passengers untouched while I sat there like Droopy Dog. Either I was running low on my Karma Bank or in some Argentinean baptismal miracle – it was time for me alone to be saved during the taxi ride to the hotel.
And talk about “ick”. This traffic-spawned tsunami was half day-brie and half motor oil. It’s a good thing nobody smoked because they would have set me off like a bottle rocket. And so much for Latin chivalry. The taxi driver wiped the five droplets of water off his arm without so much as offering me a tissue [as I sat there like some refugee from a Carol Burnett skit].
Everyone ELSE jumped out of the taxi ready for dinner. I, on the other hand, looked like I had spent the afternoon running through a pipeline sprinkler.
Apparently....my turn in the cosmic dunking booth?
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