It's that time of year again: melty season. We didn't get it so bad this year, but it's wet nonetheless. Somehow, the snow melting off our roof manages to find its way past the eaves-trough, and it drips off the eave right in front of the door. However, it drips in bursts, so it usually catches you by surprise.
BUT NOT ME.
It got me twice, and now every time I enter or exit my house, I start humming "Last Cave" and I time that son of a bitch perfectly.