Last weekend here in Dallas we had a huge storm. Unfortunately I don't have any pictures but I do have a story of my adventures on Sunday. It had been raining for two days straight when I left the house Sunday afternoon to go get lunch. One of the streets I was trying cross had a good bit of water running down it but cars were crossing and it didn't seem so bad to me. I gun it across this intersection and right when I make it to the other side a big wave hits the front of my Explorer and it shuts off. I am stuck in the middle of the road with two feet of water on either side of my car in the pouring down rain. After a few minutes of sitting there I see a guy on the side of the road pointing at the front of my car. I open the door and look out to see a log jammed in between my tire and the front bumper. I decide I better get that out before it does any damage, so I climb on the hood of my car hang my legs off the side and try to kick it out. Luckily, after a few kicks it comes out. I figure there is no point in getting back in the car so I wade through the water to the side. I was in a Hispanic part of town so nobody spoke English and I didn't have my phone on me, but after a while I found a kid who spoke English and he said his dad had a truck and would be willing to push me, at least out of the flood. So he gets the truck and I go back through the water and get in my car. He pushed me out to higher ground where I then had to wait for another hour and a half before my car would start again at which point I drove the half mile back to my house. I spent two hours, only made it half a mile, and didn't even get lunch. Rain sucks just like Oprah. Both put me through a crappy ordeal and leave me with nothing to show for it.