First sighting: Coming out, father-daughter. She’s slightly behind and to his right, holding an umbrella over his head which remains dry while her entire backside is exposed to the cool fall rain. It is good to be King.
Second: Coming in. Minivan mom. Waves for the kids to come out. They don’t. She gets out carrying one of those little cartoon umbellas, stops waves for the kids to come out. They don’t. She walks halfway to the door, waves for the kids to come out. They don’t. She walks all the way to the overhang in front of the door. Two boys come out, take the umbrella. She trots back to the minivan uncovered, starts to get in, goes back, opens the side door for the boys. Starts back to get in, stops goes back, helps the boys into the minivan…holding the umbrella over their precious heads until they are safely snug and dry inside. She closes the door. Looks up at the cartoon umbrella over her now soaking head. Gives up, closes the umbrella, circles the van and gets in.
Last: Professional looking man in shirt and tie, walking out to the parking lot. A minute later he drives up into the circle. For a minute it looks like he intends to drive up the sidewalk all the way to the door. He stops short. Gets out. Stands in the rain. Turns the car over to his wife and four little girls. Mom gets in, waves and backs out. Leaving him to walk back out to the parking lot to retrieve his own vehicle. Separate cars don’t always work to your advantage.
Welcome to Snowflake, Texas.