Summer Rain

It was a hot day today, I finished work at five cos it’s a Sunday and cos it’s a Sunday everyone finished work and shopping at the same time (due to the frankly bizarre opening hours law (is it really a sin to buy a game at 5:10?) so the bus stop and benches were crowded, I stood for a while then gave in and sat on the curb near the rat killing box. After about two minuets the rain came at first it spotted, this was good it meant that people who had not been on their feet for 6 hours (costumers some call then) got up from the bench and moved to the shelter of the shelter, I put on my coat and took a seat, later the rain really came, this was bad cos it meant that I got wet, more people moved to the shelter. I was almost alone on my bench listening to my ipod. Then it happened my bench partner spoke to me, at first It was ok he had a point, six flag on a car is bordering on the ridiculous, I laughed (in hindsight I may have laughed to well, I was only trying to be polite) he took this as a signal that we were friends so asked me if I was waiting for the 309 ( he knew full well that I was cos we were bus buddies on the way up there in the morning) then made some comment about the polish driver (it could have been racist I couldn’t hear over 99 luftbollons). I got on the bus last so I could chose not to sit next to this bloke and consummate our friendship, it made me wetter.