One Soggy Bean

Spring in Boston officially sucks. I know, I know... I've been complaining about the weather alot the past couple of weeks. I guess the weather makes a much bigger impact on you when you can't just get into a nice, warm, dry car when you have to go somewhere. I am at least glad that I've been able to get by without long underwear lately. Of course, now that it's a little warmer and it's stopped snowing, we're getting something that's just as annoying: cold rain! And today I had the pleasure of getting completely soaked on the way to work.

I knew it was raining before I went outside, but I figured I'd just put up the hood on my coat and try to walk fast. I probably would have brought my umbrella with me if it hadn't gotten completely turned inside out, shredded, and broken in the last wind/rain/snow/sleet/nasty crap falling out of the sky storm we had. Unfortunately, I haven't bought a new one yet.

As soon as I got into the lobby of my apartment building, I saw how hard it was raining outside and knew I was done for. But since I was short on time, I pretty much just decided to try and make a break for it. Yeah, it took about 30 seconds for the entire front portion of my scrub pants to become completely saturated. By the time I got under shelter about a block away, I could already feel the water dripping down my legs and into my socks... awesome.

Luckily scrub pants dry very quickly (for obvious reasons). By the time I got to work, I was probably about half dry. But after such a wet, pants-sticking-to-my-legs ride on the subway, I think if I had met the person who installed the hand dryers in the bathroom at work, I would have kissed his/her feet. Whoever that person is, totally saved my soggy ass.