"Oat-Mobile"

Sunday, Albert and I went to church with the Sullivan's, said our goodbye’s to his sister's family, and headed back to Mesa. When we got to Globe we realized we had a problem. On the floor behind the passenger seat there was a little puddle of water. Sadly there were also two boxes of oatmeal baby cereal on the floor as well. The water had softened the bottom of the cereal boxes; so when Albert picked them up, oatmeal came pouring out mixing with the water on the floor. Now not only were Albert and I completely puzzled at where all this water was coming from, we had a huge mess on our hands. We soaked up as much as we could with Taco Bell napkins and hit the road again. Anyway, to make a long story short, all the rain water that flooded the street in front of his sister's house had entered through a plug underneath our car, and, like a sponge, our carpet soaked it up. We unplugged it, pushed on the carpet, and water came pouring out the bottom of our car! We now lovingly referred to our car as the “oat-mobile.”