Umbrella-ella-ella

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It seems irony has decided to set up camp in my life. Today I was totally late taking my son to school. Of course it's been raining and the carpool line is extra long and people are extra stupid. I have to park, jaywalk through traffic and walk him to the gate. He gives me knuckles and he's on his merry little way. Whew.
Now I'm extra late for work. I only have to tackle one traffic light, I figure I'll be alright. The light skips my turn twice. If I was texting I'd have felt like I won the lottery. But, I'm LATE.
It's stopped raining, so I forget to bring my umbrella in with me. It doesn't even occur to me until it's time to leave. I open the door to head to my car that is parked a nice good distance up the street.
Straight down, pouring, GIANT rain. The street looks like it's boiling. If I was a reasonable, practical girl, I'd have worn shoes conducive to this kind of weather. But I am insane, and wear flip flops.
 I live in California. It's the default shoe. They'll kick me out if I don't comply.
I run to my car, not that it mattered. I'm drenched . I hop inside. Sitting beside me in the passenger seat is my umbrella. Completely dry.

Comments

GPman said…
Funny, Jenn.
Yes, like the old days, when it actually rained during rainy season! Like when we used to sing; "rain, rain, go away, come again some other day".
1/20/2010
Kekepania said…
What's with people getting extra stupid??? Like all common sense goes out the window and everyone is giddy. I had to pick up Julien from school yesterday due to high winds and people are just pausing in the halls for no reason (you actually have to go in and get the little ones) jamming up the path with backpacks. Nobody seems to notice that their kids in standing in my way and bumping me with their backpack. URGH!
1/21/2010
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