So the problem with having done this was that I missed my bus to work by like honestly 40 seconds. I was a half a block from the stop and the bus went by. Crap.
So not all hope is lost for arriving to work on time. There is another bus I can take but it includes about a 15 minute walk. Did I mention it was raining today? Still no big deal, I had my umbrella, my cute rain boots, it was all good. It wasn't raining while I waited for the bus. I get on the bus, admiring my newly painted nails the whole time. Something new...shellac polish. Tough as shit this stuff is. Not one chip yet....and it had been a good half hour and that was with my pulling a bus ticket out of my jean pocket.
So on the bus I pull out my book and begin to read. About half way to my destination it begins to rain again. I am not really paying attention but by the time we get to my stop it is pouring. Did I mention at this point I have to walk for 15 minutes?
So I put up my umbrella. It is very windy. I had to hold the side of my umbrella. The wind is a whipping my hair. The rain, although staying off my head and upper body for now, finds no mercy below my waist. Within 5 minutes my blue jeans are soaked. Did I mention I was wearing my rubber boots? The rain was getting my pants so wet that the water was seeping through the fabric and running down my legs into my boots. Glad I wore those to keep my feet dry.
After another 5 minutes my umbrella gets blown inside out and breaks. If you were anywhere around Upper Wentworth and Rymal Rd. at about 12:50 pm today in Hamilton, that crazy woman that look like a drowned rat, that was cursing and shoving her broken umbrella in the bus stop garbage can, was in fact me.
So I arrive at work wet. I have not been that wet in a long long time and usually it happens when I am going home and waiting for me is a warm pair of jammie bottoms and a nice tea. My boss wanted to know if I wanted to go home and change and really at this point I just wanted to get my shift done. Last shift of the week, a tough week and I just wanted to be done. So I said no that I would go get a towel from the Y.M.C.A next door and pat dry best I could.
So I was still pretty wet but got on with my shift. After about 20 minutes my one co-worker that leaves when I arrive, came to find me with a bag. She'd gone and bought me a dry pair of pants. Cute pants. That fit perfect.
People like Rita are honestly little gifts from heaven. I can not even say how amazing sweet this was of her. How when I went back to work my legs were so nice and dry and comfy. I smiled over and over today because of those pants.
I smiled too because my nails.....not one chip after my hurricane ordeal. Shellac polish is da bomb!!!!