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I've been thinking about the difference between a puddle and a crater-sized pothole which has recently been filled to street level with three days worth of torrential rains. There is a difference, you know. A puddle is a benign, friendly sort of scooped out place of earth or road, which has collected to its bosom enough frollicking sprinkles to delight a neighborhood of galoshes-shod schoolchildren. A pothole deceives its victims with both the depth and severity of its formation. Its contents had been angry, pent-up storms, which now conceal with smooth-topped waters the rage they just spewed forth. My husband drove through one a couple of days ago, with the passenger side bearing the brunt. "Aaaaah! A pothole!" I exclaimed, to which he replied, "No, it was a puddle." "Don't look now," I added, "but we just left a wheel back there in that puddle..." Oh, the puddles and potholes of life. If only we could enjoy the one without occasionally mistaking it for the other.
Posted by Katy on 03/30/01 at 07:35 PM
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