Friday, March 27, 2009
Rain, Rain, Go Away *(or A Near Miss)
I went back inside but quickly remembered that I had left my trenchcoat at work earlier in the week. I'd just have to walk quickly. It takes me 20 minutes to walk from my front door to my office. Well, technically my back door. My front door is impassable due to the bikes and pile of coats that seem to be a permanent fixture there. I set out and at about one-quarter of the way, felt my first sprinkle. Awesome. It was at that moment that I realized the inappropriateness of my attire. Pants (for the first time in probably 2 months), a white t-shirt, and, um, colored undergarments.** Even more awesome.
But it was just sprinkles. I upped my pace, half hoping that one of the cars driving by would realize my plight and offer to drop me off at the bottom of the hill. Alas. Half-way, it started to get a little heavier. I would walk five paces, then do a little jog/leap for a couple mor epaces, then walk again. Started seeing lightening. Did my elementary-school best to estimate the distance of the storm, trying to remember how quickly storms move, and how much further it was to my office.
I arrived at an intersection at the 3/4 mark right as the pedestrian light changed to "Don't walk." I jay-walk across this street regularly, but today I was going to do it with purpose. I looked at the line of cars. Cop car at the end. "Sorry, Mr. Policeman, but I'm going to have to cross this street."
Seriously powerwalked the rest of the way to the office. Got inside, and by the time I got into my 8th floor office and got a drink, it was pouring. Sheets and sheets. I am a lucky, lucky girl. And I have resolved to keep a change of clothes at the office.
*As a final note, in the time it has taken me to write this story, the rain has completely stopped. Sigh.
**I didn't even know it was possible to wear colored garments under white t-shirts without being obscene until I received some that didn't come from Wal-Mart or Target, and that actually cost more than $5.