I had to go to the doctor today. The sky was cloudy, but not raining when I went in. When I came out though, it was like someone burst a giant water balloon right over us. I couldn’t see while I was driving down the road, so I was doing my granny impersonation–hunched up over the steering wheel, squinting my eyes, driving like five miles an hour.
I finally made it back to work and the only parking spot left was all the way in the back. I didn’t want to have to walk through the pouring rain, so I sat for a few minutes to wait for it to let up a little. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Fifteen minutes. Okay, I can’t sit in my car all afternoon when I have work to do. Remember that I used to have an umbrella in my old car. Check to see if it’s in current car. Nope.
I have to walk. In the still pouring rain. I’m not one of those people that thinks she’ll melt if she walks in the rain, but this is no ordinary drizzle. And I’m parked all the way at the end of the lot, there are no shelters to walk under between here and the building, and did I mention I wore three inch open toe heels to work today? So yeah, I’m not going to be running anywhere in these. I consider taking my shoes off so I can run, but the parking lot is so full of water, I expect Noah to come by at any moment with his two of every animal.
So I walk. I walk with my purse clutched to my side, my feet now soaked and slipping around in my shoes because the puddles come up to my ANKLES, and when I finally reach the building and punch in the keycode, the pamphlet the doctor gave me is soggy and my hair is sticking to my face and I look like I’ve just been in a wet T-shirt contest and one of the receptionists looks up at me and says, “Did you get wet?”
And now, I think the rain has stopped. I don’t hear it drumming on the roof anymore.