One of my later (and therefore wetter) errands this Monday had been to drop off an application at a parish. The secretary met me at the door.
“Yucky day, huh?” she said, nervously eyeing the rivers of water escaping from my person.
“Oh, sure,” I said, thinking “‘Yucky’? It’s just fine clean water.” “I’ve come to apply for the office position.” The bulletin had read “Come by, tell us about yourself, and learn more about the position!”
“Oh, heh, heh, heh,” she responded, gingerly taking my resume while carefully blocking me from completely entering the door. She obviously needed to protect the vinyl chairs and wall-to-wall indoor/outdoor carpeting.
Then the door shut and I turned from my nascent dreams of getting half way thawed out and started hiking back to the bus stop.
