I should back up. We took Doug's truck to check on the oil pump issue, which might turn out to be the sending unit, no one knows. I drive Felicia's car, following Doug. Afterward, we go to get food, and then realized Doug has left something behind, and have to go back one more time. Still, all is well, and we head to work...but as stated, they close up shop with his keys, so we cannot now get back into the house. We end up driving clear out to Felicia's folks' place (where she's doing laundry) to get the keys. Sheesh. As long as we were out, Doug drove me around the area, showing off some of the sights. I'll actually take my camera along this weekend and get some pix, but I didn't have it with me, then.
One thing I missed about the South was the thunderstorms. See, in the NorthWest, it rains a lot, but it's almost alwasy boring. Not very heavy or impressive, just wet. Yesterday, though, we had huge winds and pouring rain, and it was just nice to experience again.
I had a different experience, though, that was not so impressive. I
Oh, and for those of you playing along at home: I've been issued a verbal apology by the Chief of Police, and once the investigation into this is over, I should actually get the written one. Apparently, Doug's family name really does have some clout. Now, I'm told that this state has a law that says you must be frisked by a member of the same gender, but I was frisked by a woman. Doesn't phase me, really, but it could make this whole brouhaha even funnier, in the end.
