Yes, that's right. Anyone one of those things can give you wet feet but I have a much better story about wet feet in a Pagoda.
This was about 18 years ago:
I had a date with this rather hot looking blonde.
We were going out to dinner in the Red Rocket only it wasn't called that back then - it was simply called the 230. I only had the car less than a year at this point so there were still alot of things to fix.
This was the spring of ' 94 and I had just met this youg lady, and of course I wanted to impress her with my nice ride..... Well, there we were driving to diner, and I had to go through this large pot hole with a lot of water in it. Of course, I couldn't see that there
was a pot hole because it was covered with water. ( I bet you can see where this is going )
So I slowed down a bit for the water hole on the side of the street, and WHOOSH!.
There was water coming through the side window seals, water coming from the scuttle box drains and a ton of water coming through holes in the floor!
My moment to impress her just evaporated in a deluge of dirty water.
I'm not sure why, but not one drop got on her either. She was wearing these rather exspensive looking high heels and without saying a word she put one foot on the tunnel and one up on the sill, while all of this water sloshed around on the floor.....and poured down between her parted legs.
You know, a really fun loving person might of laughed a bit or made a joke about it. Maybe even giggled a bit? Not this one. She never said a word.
I'm sure I mumbled something about having to fix the holes in the floor which garnered nothing in response.
I somehow managed to get a second date but I'll end the story here.
And yes, I told Shelley about it. She never laughs about my car stories but she did about that one. Probably because I have her and not the blonde......
Come to think of it, my first date with Shelley a year later was also in the Red Rocket. It was still called the 230 at the time - the Red Rocket name came later. We were driving down a street in Leamington, Ontario and I almost hit a telephone pole! I had to swerve hard to the left which almost put her in my lap.
My excuse for driving like that was that she had been distracting me...... High heels, black stockings, short skirt - what can I say...... we were married later that fall.
