It was a dark and stormy night.
No, really, it was.
Angry clouds dumped walls of water. Puddles the size of swimming pools were too much for the seams of my shoes. Not that my Italian leather shoes were built for rain at all.
Let’s not mention my lack of any sort of overcoat. Or umbrella. I hoped my suit would survive the onslaught.
My car had broken down during a ferocious storm on a relatively deserted road. There was no choice but to walk for help. The first opportunity I’d have was a hotel about three miles away.
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