So, you drive up to the window, and the snow melt is dripping into your car when you roll down your window. so sorry. that must really suck for you to get 5- 10 splashes on your hot pink velor pantsuit that is 2 sizes too small for your fat ass. Your poor little Suburban. Then you decide that the 2 feet of snow that is slowly melting in the sunshine, 12 feet up, on top of the roof, is in fact, MY fault and commence yelling at me about the drops of water. I understand no one likes to be dripped on. I get it. But I have been here for the last 8 hours, and every time someone drives up and informs me that the roof is indeed dripping on them, I just want to scoop up the snow from the ground and say "yeah this white shit turns into water!!"
Shocking isn't it?