Back in the early 90s, my family spent a couple of vacations with some family friends. We were in Central Florida, and to save parking money we’d all ride together to go out to eat or around to the tourist locations. Being the smallest person in the group, I was relegated to the front seat, between my dad and another adult. I did that whole no-foot-room-leg-tangle thing that children are somehow able to manage, and felt like I was getting the best seat in the house.
EVERY. SINGLE. AFTERNOON it rained. Every day of vacation. Gray skies, clouds for days, and none of that Florida sunshine we were expecting.