Car Flooded

So I wake up Sunday morning, go out to my car to check something, and it's FLOODED.

I don't know if you can see it here, but there's a line of trash on each side showing the water line was above the tires.

You can see how much water was in my trunk.  Thank GOODNESS this part has plugs and was relatively easy to drain!

The water didn't get the seats exactly, but there was so much underneath them (I don't know if you can see the 2 inches of water in the bottom there) that it wicked upwards and they're all damp.

I managed to get to SCUBA and get certified (thank goodness that's done!), get home, and the guy who drove me helped me siphon the water out.  Science never ceases to amaze me.  Put a tube in the cab of the car, and put the other end lower and all the water neatly suctions itself out!!  We also used the jack and jacked the car up on each side to help drain the water out.

We got most of the water out, but then it filled up about half an inch again and we realized the padding beneath the fabric is full of water.

I called the insurance company and they had to make it a party line and add Dad in before they'd file a claim.  I need to sell a book or win the lotto and buy the car in my own name and buy my own damn insurance.  This is SUCH a pain.  (Not that I am in any way shape or form upset that Dad is helping me out.  Without insurance I'd be up a creek alright!)

About to go down and check the padding.  Wondering if there's anything I can coat my car in to inhibit the growth of algae and mold.  Salt?  Would that damage the fabric?

What kills me is that I (and my cars) have been through hurricanes, earthquakes, heavy winds, mountain passes and goodness knows what else and came through unscathed...and ONE thunderstorm in Texas did this.

Seriously, I'm starting to think I'll look out the window and see Sharknado coming.  It's just that ridiculous.

Update: Went and checked on my car.  More pics:

 There was dirt in the cupholders so the water got at least high enough to spill over into it.  I put some soap on the wettest parts in the faint hope it might inhibit some growth.  Trying to find enough paper to soak up the leftover water as my ride took his tubing back with him.  I might have to sacrifice my Victoria's Secret catalogues.

Still, I'm trying to not bitch too much.  Turns out the downstairs apartments got flooded and today there's an army of people ripping out their carpets and trying to repair the flood damage.  I sleep on the floor...can you imagine what I'd be dealing with if I lived on the ground floor?

Small mercies...