Rain vs. bladder

I was on my way to deliver a print job a little while ago when it started pouring down rain. Since it seemed like hauling cardboard boxes of (expensively printed) paper out of my trunk in the middle of a deluge might not be the best idea ever, and since I was very near Southlake Town Square, I zipped into one of the parking garages to wait it out.

I read my email. I looked at Facebook. I read through all the tweets in both my personal and business Twitter accounts. Still pouring.

My attention was flagging a little, but the threat of several hundred bucks' worth of envelopes turning to pulp, or — worse — hail damage to my new(ish) car, kept me stationary. (Stationery. Envelopes. Har!)

After a while, though, I started wondering if it were the iced tea and water I had had with lunch, or the coffee I had afterwards that I was beginning to regret. Eventually I began having second thoughts about the whole bunch of them, plus all other beverages, so I took my chances with the rain.

There's a joke here about being wet, raining, pouring, outside and inside. I'll leave that up to you.