Like a Homing Pigeon

Sat down at an outside table at Sweet Pea Cafe in Tallahassee to enjoy my wonderful vegan meal and immediately felt an odd sensation on my rump, was that moisture seeping into the denim of my jeans?

Yep. Somehow I found the only wet spot on the entire bench, a leftover from two days of thunderstorms. Yay me.

A water-filled knothole just waiting for an unsuspecting klutz like me.

Peace, people.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

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