Where’s my water?

My dad came a little unglued on Sunday, waiting for a server to bring his ice water. It was amusing, though a little embarrassing. But he’s 86, so pretty much anything goes.

I know exactly how he felt. I was promised heavy rain in Socal by 7am this morning. It’s now almost 9am and all we’ve got is some drizzle. I want my damn water, and I want it now!

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