Yesterday's predicted Nor'easter, which was hyped so heavily that the kids' school was cancelled, developed into a persistent, but harmless, rain.
I drove to Alewife and, hoping against hope, looked for a parking spot on level 3. I like parking on this particular level because at night, when I leave the garage, I'm close to the double-super-secret exit, where I can pay quickly, drive down the ramp, and sit in traffic waiting to enter the access road to Route 2 for 45 minutes.
I drove to my usual, preferred parking area and it looked pretty full. I was feeling defeated, but then I noticed one lonely, available spot amidst a row of cars. I pulled in, and instantly realized why the spot was left empty. In this parking spot, it was pouring. It was not pouring outside; it was not pouring anywhere else in the garage. But it was pouring on my car. And underneath my car, a lagoon was quickly forming.
Not wanting to give up my prized spot, I gathered my things and got out of the car. Water drenched my head during the 2 seconds it took me to leave the car. I started to walk away and looked back. Sheets of water were falling on the roof of my car; it looked like the roof was about to cave in. I think I was parked under a sump pump for the Fresh Pond Reservoir, mysteriously placed there by the authorities after they decided to drain the overflow into the Alewife garage. So I made the tough decision to abandon my spot for a more arid one.
Why must it rain inside the Alewife garage? It's a GARAGE. And it doesn't stop at the garage; it rains in the station, where the commuters are. I cannot think of one other building in which it rains. We would not accept rain in any other building. It doesn't rain in Stop & Shop in Lexington. It doesn't rain in 10 St. James Avenue in Back Bay. It doesn't even rain in the Park Street station. So why must it rain here?
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