Singing in the Rain!

Singing... because otherwise I'd be cursing! I was at lunch, across the street from my office. Sitting in the Coffee bean & Tea Leaf shop as my lunch nears its end, suddenly the skies open up and simply becomes water. I'm not sure you can call it rain when it is so thick. Instead it's simply "sky ocean".

Anyway, so I waited to go back across the street because I had my laptop with me, and frankly I didn't want to be soaked. While sitting in the coffee shop, I watched quite a few people pull out their umbrellas and attempt to traverse the sky ocean. The problem? The wind was so strong that the rain was literally traveling side-ways. There were about 10 of us that stayed in the shop watching these people and laughing. Umbrellas? They might as well have used fishnets for all the help they were.

So finally, it lightens up to the point where you might venture outside, but certainly wouldn't want to not have an umbrella. I figured it was my chance! I packed up, threw on my raincoat hood, put my laptop bag inside my coat, and went outside.

I'm standing anxiously at the stoplight (because I just missed my turn), waiting for the chance to walk across, with my head down, and my hood on. While standing there, I was taking into account the 4-ft wide "river" in front of me, and was contemplating exactly where was thinnest so I could jump across when the light changed. Still with my head down, the roar of the approaching traffic gets louder, and I check to make sure my laptop bag is not being exposed to the wet underneath my coat. I never bother to look up and down the street to watch the traffic. Head still down, I decide that, wanting to stand in the rain for as short a period as possible, I should prepare myself for my turn to go, and since the river was very thick, taking up most of the lane nearest me, and my laptop bag was heavy, I should be as far forward on the curb as possible so that I could more easily jump the water.

Have I painted a good enough picture for you here? Yup... it was straight out of a movie.

A very large white raised GMC truck goes flying by in the lane closest to me... the very same lane that currently was acting as the bed for a 4-ft wide river. I never did look up. The first I noticed the wave was as it obscured my view of my legs.

I looked up in shock, and over to the cars that were also waiting for the light to change. I saw a grin on every face.

Staring at them I took a step backward, only to be hit again as a second truck (goldish-tan this time I think) threw a wave at me. Now my audience wasn't just grinning... they were laughing.

Sigh* At least somebody was enjoying the cold, wet rain. I guess that's Karma for laughing at those who tried to leave the coffee shop.




The pic below doesn't do it justice. My pants are still soaking wet. The dark parts of the pants are simply the "wettest" of the wet.