Okay, one last blog and than short of another "natural" catastophe I'm done for the day.
Wednesday night after work I went home feeling tired and slightly sick. I jumped into my bed and took a 3 hour nap. I felt better when I got up, but hungry since I had skipped dinner in order to get to bed sooner.
Since Taco Bell is literally 2 blocks from my house I decided to "make a run for the border" and get a bite to eat so that I could go back to bed. I threw on some sweat pants, put a jacket over my pajama top and slipped into some vans and headed out.
The trip there was uneventful. I got into line at 8 something pm and was putting in my order when another customer got into line behind me. He must have been standing 2-3 feet behind me, but my GOD I smelt the alcohol on him nearly to the point of getting drunk myself! So this is the kind of late night customers they have! He also trailed me to the pick up side of the counter, still reeking of alcohol.
I grabbed my bag of food and drink and headed home. I was just rounding the corner when I felt the first drops of rain. I literally stopped for a second in utter disbelief. How was it possible that it was raining? I mean I only wanted to grab a quick bite to eat and get back into bed.
1/2 way home it had started to rain lightly. I stopped again, looked up into the night sky and asked "What?! Is this your idea of a joke?!!" to God, but apparently he was too busy laughing his ass off to answer. I gave up trying to dodge the rain and just plodded on.
It was poring rain by the time I hit the door. I was soaked and cold to the bone, though my Taco Bell was safely and warmly tucked into my coat. I had to shake my head at God that night. Did he really have to pull that stunt knowing that I was not smart enough to bring an umbrella or wear real clothes for a border run?
God has a twisted sense of humor.
