A Quick Question...

Let me preface this by saying that I work in a ginormous office park (Which coincidentally enough is right next to a grave yard, but that's neither here nor there), so there is more than ample parking. So why is it that with one hundred miles of parking lot I manage to find the one puddle and park right next to it? But that's not where the madness ends. Oh no! I parked right next to the Red Sea of Nashville not once but twice. Now I have cold and sopping wet feet that I will have to deal with for another 3 hours and 55 minutes. Color me one unhappy camper right now.
That is all!
And don't forget tomorrow's main topic of conversation "Does Anyone Really Have 'A Type?'"