Ohio:

I came home from a lunch meeting during brief break in the huge all-morning downpour-- "Aha! Load that chair NOW!" I immediately changed into grubs, unloaded the dog crate and suitcase from the hatch, and had the car in front where the chair was for my workshop-- just in time for middle schoolers coming off the bus. In 3's, there is ALWAYS one raised right who responds if I yell, "Hey, could one of you guys give me a quick hand?" One will always gallop over to do a lift and be invited to leave his number for paid work.

So I was able to park the wet faux wicker lawn chair to dry out in the car, in the garage,

~S~