2007-06-20 When It Rains It Pours

According to Google Earth, it's a 1,260 meters walk from my flat to the place I work. So that's how I usually get there, I walk. Unless it's Friday, of course. On Fridays, I go there by car, because Sascha and I go climbing after work. However, as today is not Friday, I walked. It was a pretty summer morning, the sun was shining, the bird were singing and everything was in perfect order. When I was still 450 meters away from the office, I entered a bakery to buy three pretzels. Starting work at 9.30 am is far too early to have breakfast at home, am I right? Anyway, when I left the bakery no three minutes later, it poured. I wouldn't have thought that 450 meters would be sufficient to get me soaked to the skin, but it was. Now where's my scuba diving suit when I need it?
Okay, enough whining for one day. After all, if it hadn't happened, there would be nothing to blog about today. And I didn't even catch a cold. It was still warm and 30 minutes later, I was dry again. In fact, I dried at exactly the same moment it stopped raining. If that's no reason to stay in bed 30 minutes longer, I don't know what is!