I was sitting outside the Starbucks where I work, and I got an alert on my mobile, warning of flash floods.
I looked at the sky and thought ‘..Nah. It’s super nice out.’
Twenty minutes later, I looked at the sky and though ‘Fuck. I really need to get home before the rain starts.’
I got on my bike.
On of the side mirrors had come a bit loose, so I thought I might see if I could tighten it up a bit before I started home.
Instead, I managed to snap it clean off.
So, now, I was without a mirror, and hoping to avoid rain.
A bit pre-occupied, I drove to exit the parking lot, where I did an exceedingly poor job of picking the right angle to avoid a pothole, and ended up in an extremely awkward position at the entrance to the road.
Instead of making the turn, I managed to drop my bike.
I picked it up, got it started, and got back on the road.
I was…maybe half-way home when the rain started.
By the time I was at the intersection nearest to my house, there were several inches of standing water on the road.
Every time a car went by, I would get absolutely *drenched*. Like, waves of water would go over my head every time a car would pass by me.
I am soaked. My bag is soaked.
EVERYTHING I OWN IS WET.
Awww yeah. Check out that puddle I made from walking in the fucking door.
EVERYTHING I OWN IS WET!!!!
And hung up on my shower-curtain road to drip off (hopefully) into the tub.