I have absolutely the worst sense of timing when it comes to leaving work during bad weather. A few weeks ago, I had a late afternoon dentist appointment. It was pouring rain. I went two blocks and got soaked.
Today, I had to leave when I did to be able to make the two buses to get home. I had to run for the first one, after crossing the recently-repaved-but-poorly-draining 17th Street (i.e., a frickin’ lake at the crosswalk). Running for the bus wouldn’t have been so bad by itself, except for the fact that I was wearing a suit and loafers – not exactly running gear. And the umbrella didn’t help while running. I got initially wet.
Then I had to wait for the second bus, the always-late 57 South. At least I got to wait somewhere dry and even dried out a little bit on the ride down to my stop. I got off the bus when it was pouring. Within about 15 seconds, I was soaked again. I knew there was no way to stay even slightly dry for the three block walk home, so I just kept the umbrella low and walked as quickly as I could. I could feel my shoes filling with water, which sucks if you’ve ever experienced it.
I got into the house and called for help: I wanted a change of pants and some towels to dry off. My pants soaked through to the point my underwear was wet. That’s a new low for me. I just hope the suit isn’t ruined – I like the suit.
