Trenches, ditches, reservoirs. I want a solution that doesn't involve a spade.The weather dude says rain is coming. No doubt. For hours, days even. Exit stage left. Not to be a Snagglepuss.
We plot. We plan. I plead. Heavens to Murgatroyd! What will we do? How will we keep the water from flowing???
HE comes up with a complex solution. I shrug it off. "It will be fine. It'll be fine. It's not going to be a problem."
"Oh! Not going to be a problem she says, " he says. He wanders off in an exaggerated huff spanning the newsroom. "I guess I'll change my forecast then!"
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