But then the rain had to come in and disrupt my world, keeping me from getting on the road. My choice of sustenance was now reduced to teriyaki something from the little place across the parking lot that microwaves everything. Of course, at this point, the rain turns into a downpour that would make El Niño jealous. Many turned away at the exit to the building. The few who did venture out, ran.
"Amateurs," I thought. I learned my first semester of college that you don't run in the rain. You just end up splashing more water (mixed with dirt) all over your pants. I braved the torrential rains and made my way across the hostile, dark pavement to the lunch counter where I secured my combo Teriyaki plate. The journey back was far more treacherous as the puddles were now shoe soul deep, but I made it back, my face and hair dripping.
After making my way to the office kitchen to wash my hands, I grabbed my food to dart back to my desk. Still dripping, I rounded the corner when I realized I nearly took out Mrs. Cindy C, who was working in the office today. That, I'm sure, would not have gone over very well. I'd rather not have to explain how I managed to simultaneously knock over and drench the super model because I was in a rush to eat my substandard teriyaki combo.
I make my way back to my desk when I notice out the window that the rain has stopped. In fact, the sun is peeking its way through the clouds, mocking me.
I'm not sure what's worse right now: my soaked socks, the chicken teriyaki, or the fact that my life is so uneventful at the moment that this is what I chose to write about.