Coffee Table Declarations
Friday, August 01, 2003
It is pouring outside and I've been sitting in here, watching people arrive soaking wet. For some reason it makes me giggle to myself - just a little. Why is it that people look funny when they're wet? Is it because you're so used to seeing them dry?
When it's raining this hard, being outside is almost a little bit daring. Like these people have just navigated their way through the high seas in a rowboat or something.
It's the type of day that I wish more than anything that I could spend at home, curled up in bed with a good movie. There are three good movies waiting for me at home so it truly is unfair that I'm stuck here, laughing at the unfortunate souls making their way through the downpour.
And lest you think I am unsympathetic, it is only good natured humor, not malicious. I was in the same situation a mere hour ago, arriving in sandels and without umbrella, completely soaked through and shivering cold in the unforgiving air-conditioned air.
When it's raining this hard, being outside is almost a little bit daring. Like these people have just navigated their way through the high seas in a rowboat or something.
It's the type of day that I wish more than anything that I could spend at home, curled up in bed with a good movie. There are three good movies waiting for me at home so it truly is unfair that I'm stuck here, laughing at the unfortunate souls making their way through the downpour.
And lest you think I am unsympathetic, it is only good natured humor, not malicious. I was in the same situation a mere hour ago, arriving in sandels and without umbrella, completely soaked through and shivering cold in the unforgiving air-conditioned air.
