It's been raining cats and dogs where I live, and I happen to work in a rather old two-story building. A combo of this, blustering winds knocking off equally old roofing shingles, and hammering rain resulted in us coming into work and finding the upstairs flooded; including the closet where we keep the clean towels after they've been washed.
Of course, I didn't tell my boss that I had been forgetting to stock said closet (I said that I had emptied it yesterday while working) but regardless she was glad that we didn't have to throw away perfectly clean towels that would have been soaked by dirty rainwater.
'Course, that doesn't change the fact that the whole upstairs is like walking around in a puddle, but we gotta find silver linings when and where we can, huh...?
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