A speeding truck hit the puddle head-on, spraying frigid rainwater everywhere. The two old ladies on the roadside howled with laughter.
“Best one yet!” June cheered.
“Felt that in my bones,” Gloria giggled as she guzzled her beer.
Every summer after every downpour, these lifelong friends spent their muggy afternoons wearing colorful rain slickers and getting drenched.
It was an ancient tradition started when the two were still in elementary school, back before ice machines and central air.
Was there a more efficient way to cool off? Of course.
Was there a more entertaining way?
They hadn’t found one yet.
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