Instructions for Weather: Please Rain on, then Burn
Did you know nice restaurants sometimes give you steamy cinnamon-scented towels with which to wipe your face when you have completed your dining experience? Neither did I. It was quite lovely, though; I felt full to bursting, yet refreshed.
The day after next (my stomach still asking to be relieved of the overtime it had done after Lake Elmo Inn), three of us took a run through the rain. It was a perfect rain: not too hard and not too cold - it both hydrated and cooled us - we felt like we could run forever. I was on the far right as we ran three abreast and noticed, as we approached a cross walk, a car coming toward the stop sign at our intersection. I did not think anything of it - we were fifteen feet from him - surely he saw us. We continued at our original speed - suddenly his hood was inches from me. Without even thinking twice, I leapt to the side and continued my pace, narrowly avoiding being struck by the vehicle. As we continued down the hill, the adrenaline from nearly being run down by a Jeep was put to good use. Apparently, the driver had been on a cell phone. Driver, if you are on the road, I just ask you avoid running into pedestrians who are in the freakin’ crosswalk. Thank you.
Today marks the first sunny day without rain in about twelve days. I promptly went outside, studied my chem, and burned myself on the sun. Rather, on the sunlight. One of these days I am going to venture outside and manage to avoid skin burning, near-death by car accident, and any other bodily harm. In the meantime, I hope to retain enough limbs to continue typing updates.
On an entirely different front, the “phone call” parts of this post do an excellent job at describing my earlier feelings today. One caveat: when you call a girl and realize that you forgot to leave your number (you called a cell phone from a cell phone) - which option is better: (a) assume the call and number have been logged under missed calls, and therefore she has your number or (b) admit your inability to effectively use telecommunication devices (and therefore admit your utter lack of intelligence) and call back offering her your number? Answer coming soon.