Not being fond of getting wet, I always take an umbrella with me whenever the Washington Post says there will be thunderstorms or a high probability of rain. I don't consult the Baltimore Sun, but perhaps I should since I live between DC and Balto. Friday was spent in Arlington, a long haul by car and Metro. On the return just before we pulled into the Greenbelt station at the end of the Green line, it started raining. By the time we exited the Metro, it was pouring very hard. Of course, this was a rare occasion when I did not bring an umbrella or even a jacket. At least a hundred commuters were massed together inside the station not wanting to brave the elements. Well, I was pretty anxious to get home and with no hint that the rain would ease up soon, I decided to hoof it to my car, a 5-minute walk. Probably not the brightest idea I've ever had. Running wasn't an option due to my heavy laptop and other factors. Within 1 minute, I was soaked. By the time I reached my car, every article of clothing was drenched and my glasses were completely fogged up. Fortunately, I had a towel that I could drape over the car seat, but I was totally soaked to the bone. After defogging my windows and cleaning my glasses, I hit the road. Traffic was slow and there were the usual idiots. You know, the guys who switch lanes without signaling to get 2 cars lengths ahead. No close calls but it was slow going and all I could think about was getting out of these wet clothes and drying off. So much for the happy hour I had planned on going to!
Anyway, the head scratcher here is who was the designated umbrella carrier for the day to guarantee that it wouldn't rain on my parade, huh? And it's true -- when it rains, it pours.