I work as a hospitality consultant, traveling around the country and telling people how to fix their hotels.

Usually I travel alone, but my company recently hired a hot young trainee named Jeff to shadow me.

One day, Jeff and I were assigned a client a couple hundred miles outside our city: a countryside hotel, a place that wasn’t accessible by planes or trains. Because my boss felt bad about sending us to such a bumfuck location, he rented us a fancy red convertible for the trip.

Almost immediately, our supposedly awesome road trip took a turn for the worse. The sky turned a bizarre greenish gray before unleashing a torrent of cold, driving rain. We pulled over, scrambling to pull up the convertible’s canvas top, getting drenched in the process.

Then the road started to flood... Read More