Walking in the Rain
The weather has been absolutely awful here in Arizona over the past week. Just horrid. I realize that most of the east coast is experiencing ice storms, freezing rain, and sub zero temperatures, but not taking that into consideration, it’s rained here for, like, four days in a row!
I forgot how bad I don’t like the rain. I don’t have an umbrella for lack of regular need, so when I am forced to walk from my car to my destination with the clouds open, I run. Well, I jog quickly at least. I don’t like getting drenched, and the wind is usually blowing which makes it cold and just overall not very pleasurable.
So this leads me to a pet peeve I have regarding this. I loath watching people walk in the rain like it’s not raining outside.
You know what I mean? It’s usually a guy and he doesn’t walk any faster than he normally would. He doesn’t even do the “act like you’re in a room with a low ceiling.” (demonstrated in the picture above) He just walks like it’s sunny outside in an apparent act to prove what a badass he is. Yeah, we get it. You have a better ability to withstand water pounding your head than me. Congrats. I’ll be the guy with dry clothes waiting inside the building to contratulate your wet ass when you get there.
You know…I always have alot of turmoil when it comes to this whole rain issue. I don’t ever have an umbrella, either…allegedly there’s one my kindly dad tucked under the seat in the Katiecab, but if I recall I’ve only used it once and I left it in the umbrella pit that would form in the entrance to the BJD.
On the one hand, I feel like an asshole running and splashing with whatever I’m holding on top of my head for protection…and you never look where you’re going when sprinting in the rain, so it’s hazardous as well. And you actually feel like an extree tackling the parking lot Prefontaine-style, so I just use an awful looking sloppy jog. But then…what…am I going to pretend I don’t mind casually strolling along in a monsoon? I mean, nobody likes that unless you got your galoshes on and are out for a good time with nowhere to go.
I don’t know. I just.don’t.know.