Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving day has come and gone. We didn’t do anything special. My schedule has been really busy and honestly, I’m just waiting until we have our own place (I have been told January for sure…but I’m not holding my breath..or as they say here, I have my feet on the ground). 

I do have a Thanksgiving story though. It was a rainy day (as they are often here lately) and I was getting ready to leave. When I say it was rainy, I mean like the pouring type. But thankfully by the time I had to leave, it had let up. So I got my trusty little umbrella and off I go.

Sidnei called me and asked if it was raining. I told him it was, but it wasn’t bad. He told me to go home he was going to come get me and take me to work. I assured him it was no problem, to stay there. I was almost there anyway.

Halfway to the bus stop, the heavens opened, and it was pouring so hard, I could barely hold up my umbrella. My jeans were soaked all the way up to my knees and I thought that is really going to suck when I’m in my air conditioned class room. (I teach mainly guys and they are always wanting the air…and I'm usually freezing, but in the spirit of Thanksgiving I'm absolutely thankful for AC. Best thing ever. I’d rather be cold than hot any day. Unless there’s a beach around.) Despite the wetness I continued on.

Almost to the bus stop and just when I thought things couldn’t possibly get anyway worse, it started to rain harder than before…I had no idea that was possible. And to top it off, the wind started blowing non stop. So it was horizontal rain. I kid you not. Meaning the shelter the bus stop offered did nothing. Nor did my poor little umbrella.

I thought maybe it would stop after a few minutes, but this tempest kept right on raging. When I was finally soaked down to every inch, I broke down and called Sidnei. He could barely hear me over the noise of the rain. Once I got off the phone, I looked around me at the driving rain, the flooding streets, at the two guys with me trying to be shielded by my tiny umbrella and I bust out laughing. I’m sure they thought I was insane, but I couldn’t help it.

It took Sidnei longer than expected because all the streets were flooded, but we finally both made it home. I couldn’t resist taking a picture for posterity’s sake.

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Can you even tell I'm soaking wet? I have no idea…but I was. It felt like I had jumped in a pool with all my clothes on. Needless to say, later that night I was giving thanks for my blow dryer since all my books and notebooks for school were soaking wet.

2 comments:

Gil and Ray said...

Stephanie,

I have never seen rain in New England like the heavy down pours I used to experiment in Brazil.
Reading your post I remembered my first day as a intern at a new job in Sao Paulo, I had a new suit and new shoes on, I got on the subway in the south part of the city, it was sunny, I got to the downtown destination I had to go for my first work assignment and I was soak and wet just from walking between the short distance from the subway exit and the office I was visiting.
Not funny at the time.

Ray

Laural Out Loud said...

It was so rainy this trip!! I loved it, but I didn't have to go out into it. Though I wish I had if I could have a story like yours!