Monday, June 2, 2008

Welcome to Detroit, Charlie Brown

Quick story. Not so funny as sad, pathetic.
Walking to school. Waiting at crosswalk.
Raining: cats, dogs, hippopotami.
Wearing jeans and a t-shirt. No coat, jacket or poncho. Carrying books. Standing near curb. Stupid.
Bus approaching. Watching it approach. Why am I not getting out of way?
Large puddle: Erie-sized.
Bus hitting puddle. Water spraying. All in slow motion.
Wave splashing. So much water. Not believing this is happening. Still not getting out of way.
Futilely attempting to shield body with ridiculously expensive law textbooks.
So. Much. Water.
Wet. So wet. Unbelievably wet. Watching bus drive off.
Cursing.
Defeated, walking into building. Shoes squishing. Jeans dripping. Hair sopping. T-shirt soaking.
Bathroom? Hand dryer? No.
Desperately wringing. Paper toweling.
So much water.
Five minutes. Skip class?
Fine. I’ll go.
Entering classroom.
Everyone laughing.
Except me.


Originally written (soaking wet) 9-27-02.

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