Oh Hail No!

So on Good Friday a hail storm came through HSV. I was headed home driving on the most congested room in HSV. The hail started falling and I thought:

“Oh, great; at least it is pea size. Nothing to worry about, just get home.”

Less than 1 minute later…..

“HOLY SHIT ON A SHINGLE!”

The radio weather guy was saying there were reports of baseball size hail but he wasn’t sure it was right.

“THE HELL IT’S NOT! THEY ARE HITTING MY CAR!!”

I have a ragtop. The mammoth hail would hit that ragtop and it was like a shotgun going off. Then there was this stupid woman who wouldn’t let me over so I could pull into one of the dealerships on Car Row. Now not only was I scared but I was pissed as all get out. Stupid Bitch!
I got to the Nissan dealership and couldn’t find a place to pull my car under. What kind of dealership doesn’t have some sort of awning? I sat there and listen to the shotgun going off, praying that the ragtop would hold. I watched as huge pieces of ice slammed into my hood; jumping every time one hit. Suddenly, the heavens parted and sunshine came down once more. I pulled back out on to University just in time…..

FOR THE NEXT FREAKING WAVE OF HAIL!

My poor, poor car.