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Rainy Days Are Mondays
Jul. 14th, 2014 04:29 pmThe combination of buses that I take home from the university runs about once an hour; during summer, it leaves from in front of Peck Hall at the :38 mark. Leaving my office at about the half hour gets me there in good time to catch the bus.
Today, I left the office a little before 1:30. On the five-minute walk to Peck, it began to sprinkle lightly, then more heavily, and finally - with about thirty feet to go - to pour. I raced to the haven of Peck Hall, somewhat wet but not severely so. The rain continued to pour for a minute or two, then abruptly tapered off. I hurried toward the bus stop, only to see the bus heading off, too far away to be waved down.
I returned to the building to wait out the next hour, reading the Kindle and dozing. At about 2:30, I roused myself and gathered my things... and saw that it was pouring again. I watched and waited, with an eye on the clock, and at the :35 mark bolted for the bus stop. I was absolutely drenched by the time I got there, but when the next bus pulled away (still in the midst of bucketing rain), it carried a bedraggled Stoutfellow.
(It occurred to me later that if I'd managed to catch the 1:38 bus, I would have been walking home in the middle of the longer and heavier 2:30 storm.)
By the time the bus dropped me off, the rain had subsided. My shirt and pants were still nowhere near dry, of course. More rain is forecast for the next couple of hours, but I don't care as long as it doesn't start thundering. I'm home and safe.
Today, I left the office a little before 1:30. On the five-minute walk to Peck, it began to sprinkle lightly, then more heavily, and finally - with about thirty feet to go - to pour. I raced to the haven of Peck Hall, somewhat wet but not severely so. The rain continued to pour for a minute or two, then abruptly tapered off. I hurried toward the bus stop, only to see the bus heading off, too far away to be waved down.
I returned to the building to wait out the next hour, reading the Kindle and dozing. At about 2:30, I roused myself and gathered my things... and saw that it was pouring again. I watched and waited, with an eye on the clock, and at the :35 mark bolted for the bus stop. I was absolutely drenched by the time I got there, but when the next bus pulled away (still in the midst of bucketing rain), it carried a bedraggled Stoutfellow.
(It occurred to me later that if I'd managed to catch the 1:38 bus, I would have been walking home in the middle of the longer and heavier 2:30 storm.)
By the time the bus dropped me off, the rain had subsided. My shirt and pants were still nowhere near dry, of course. More rain is forecast for the next couple of hours, but I don't care as long as it doesn't start thundering. I'm home and safe.
