When it Rains...

Sometimes I amaze myself.

See, for most part I'm pretty careful - I mean I spend wisely, eat my vitamins, remember birthdays, rarely fire up the smoke alarm, yada, yada.

And yet never seem to have an umbrella on days I need it most.

Like today when the weather forecast indicated a 90% chance of precipitation. Now to a sane person that means rain. Chances are, a lot of it.

In my case, no such luck. Under a cloudy sky, I leave on my errands, carefree as they come. My inner bulb lights up only after I get out of the store with a cart laden with supplies, to a deluge that can only be called torrential. There's me, sans an umbrella, of course.

After an impatient ten minutes under the portico, watching the raindrops - all 3 million of them - I decide to make a dash of it. Naturally, my car was parked at the farthest end of the lot. So after an up close with every puddle on the way, I made it, sopping and straggly. The rest of the shopping plans were abandoned for an umbrella free day.

Don't know if I've learnt my lesson. The only good thing to come out of this - at least the fruit and veggies got thoroughly clean.