The only lull was us being lulled into a false sense of security. Not only has the hail not lessened, but we find ourselves trudging through several inches of freezing water that has pooled in our parking lot. It easily came up to my manager's knees and nearly to mine. Now, the plan is to get us both to my car, and I'd take her to her own, which is in the back. But now we just sit in my car while it warms up, hoping to warm up ourselves, and hoping the driving hail lets up a bit and none of it smashes through my windshield.
I slowly drive around to the back with my shoes off, as they're soaked through and I figure my feet will get warm faster without them. (I can actually pour water out of my shoes at this point) She gets in her car and finally the weather dies enough for us to get out of work about half an hour later than normal. As I drive for home, I notice no hail outside of two miles or so from my work. Was it just localized on the store? My town down the road didn't even receive rain.
Later I had to go pick up some friends who were out drinking and needed a ride. After picking them up through the dense fog that has arisen from the sublimating hail/snow, I'm driving along a very empty road. Just as one of my passengers asks me if he can open his window and I begin to fiddle with the air conditioning, a massive stag appears from the mist in front of us. I manage to slow and swerve into the empty oncoming lane, and it darts back into the field from whence it came, but still harrowing.
It was like this night was out to get me. I half expected we'd arrive at my house with just enough time to put out a fire that started while I'd been away. Thankfully no new disasters awaited.
