Waiting for the bus in the rainĀ 

Today, it rained. While waiting for my second bus on my way to work, I had ample time to reflect “wow, this sucks.” My bus stop had no tree or shelter to hide from the rain under. I stood next to the sign, grumbling under my breath, shoulders hunched up under my rain jacket, convinced that this was the first sign of a bad day to come. Unsurprisingly, this train of thought neither stopped the rain nor summoned the bus any faster. This may come as a shock, but I’m not an especially patient person, and waiting for the bus to arrive is a daily test of that. Continue reading