I left work today at 4:45. Too early for a Friday? Right on time for a Friday? That is both up to debate and not the point of this blog anyway. Since I have a 15 minute walk back to my room after work, I decided to leave right then to beat the rain that was being foretold by the cloudy sky. I take a few steps out the door, light drizzle...nothing I can't handle. Right at the halfway point, the deluge comes. Buckets of rain. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. I'm sure I looked really special running down the street in a skirt in the pouring rain. It didn't help that I was wearing glasses and couldn't see anything. As I was running, I thought to myself "Self, when was the last time you were caught in the rain? This doesn't happen every day. It's just water. You won't melt...you're not THAT sweet. Enjoy it." So I stopped and walked a normal pace the rest of the way home. The looks one gets when he/she walks into a building looking like a drowned rat is quite amusing. Everyone takes extra effort to not to touch you as you walk by as if water will kill them. The best part was as I was unlocking my door, a guy looks at me and says "You look wet."
Noooo.....really?
Here's your sign. (ref. Blue Collar Comedy)
Interesting Australia fact of the day: Melbourne is like Houston without the smell. The weather is just as unpredictable.
Listening to: The Rain Song by Led Zeppelin
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