Earlier this week, I trotted up the stairs towards the bus stop with easily five minutes to spare before the bus came. I made it to the outside and it was pouring, and I mean pouring down rain, I stopped just long enough to zip up my jacket and turned to cross the parking lot, only to see the bus, which is never even on time, let alone early, go zipping by in the pouring rain. This bus that is regularly five minutes late was now, five minutes early. It was the day before payday, so there was no money for a cab and the next bus was not going to come for an hour. Begrudgingly, I zipped my jacket up higher and tightened the strings arond the hood and set off in the pouring rain for the walk to school. Within five minutes I was soaked through and through, my shorts and my tshirt were dripping and the protective jacket I was wearing just clung to my skin, making it cold and uncomfortable even though the temperature was a balmy 28 degrees.
I trudged through the rain, my sandles now no more than wet coverings and my shorts now just a second layer of wet skin. The ball cap I was wearing under the hood was holding up ok, so long as you ignored the peak part that was busy running liquid dowwn the front of my face. I made it almost all the way when a truck whizzed [ast and sprayed me head to toe, not that it mattered much, hard to get much more wet than I already was. Looking up to see if I could cross the final street to work, I stepped off the sidewalk and missed the curb, and twisted my right ankle something fierce and had to hop the rest of the way to the building. If you have never seen a man with a cane hopping, I recommend it purely for shits and giggles, it must look absolutely ridiculous.
Its a good thing I like my new job...
I trudged through the rain, my sandles now no more than wet coverings and my shorts now just a second layer of wet skin. The ball cap I was wearing under the hood was holding up ok, so long as you ignored the peak part that was busy running liquid dowwn the front of my face. I made it almost all the way when a truck whizzed [ast and sprayed me head to toe, not that it mattered much, hard to get much more wet than I already was. Looking up to see if I could cross the final street to work, I stepped off the sidewalk and missed the curb, and twisted my right ankle something fierce and had to hop the rest of the way to the building. If you have never seen a man with a cane hopping, I recommend it purely for shits and giggles, it must look absolutely ridiculous.
Its a good thing I like my new job...
lydia:
metro bus is a bitch to me.
davonshire:
they surely are teh suck!