Catching the Bus in the Rain

I like the rain. I like watching it pour and slide down buildings. I’m not so sure I’m going to like standing outside waiting for the bus to get to work this afternoon. I should take an umbrella but that has always seemed such a wimpy cop out to me. Look at all the little animals out in the rain, the pioneers who lived in mud houses in the rain and it’s not like the rain is going to melt me. I’m not some wicked witch from the land of Oz. So I will lick rain off my lips, brush it out of my eyes and just stand there stoically like a good Canadian.

At least it’s Monday, my last day of the working week. Tomorrow morning the plan is to get out early (again) and wait on stand by for the road test. Good luck to me.

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