On Friday it decided to start raining about an hour before I was to leave work. It was still down pouring when I made may way downstairs with my bike. Once I was out of the elevator I stalled, hoping that it would stop long enough for me to make it to my apartment relatively dry. I hoped too much.
I waited until the rain had come to a stop and than was on my bike. Less that ten minutes later I was in another downpour which followed me all the way to my apartment. I was completely soaked, completely. I had made the mistake of wearing my white khakis too, which as heavy as they are shown pale pink sticking to my legs. Even my journal got wet, although thankfully not ruined.
The funny thing was I was smiling once I got to my apartment. There is something very nice about getting completely soaked. My father of course would ask me if I had remembered my soap (no is the answer). The funny thing is that it stopped raining very shortly after I got home, as if mother nature was having a laugh (along with all of the people who passed me in their nice dry cars).
Than Saturday I awoke to a downpour, which lasted almost the whole day. It held off enough for me to make my way to the bank and grocery store. I was actually very thankful for the cooler weekend. It was comfortable in my apartment! Although it was annoying having to wait for Sunday before I could do my laundry (I missed the first half of the World Cup final, although I did not really miss anything since Spain did not score till overtime). Thankfully I was able to dry out.
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