Rode to work on the bike, turned the last corner in front of the building I work in, and thanks to the hilarious amounts of rain we had this morning (which stopped two hours before I came in), down I went. Four or five people ran over to make sure I was okay and hadn't broken my arm (apparently they all thought I did, but that might have been because I yelled "fuck" really loudly...).
Stupid bike. I love you, but why did you have to do that? So mean.
And stupid rain. Okay, you make it not 90 degrees, awesome. But you don't have to rain *that* much.
Stupid bike. I love you, but why did you have to do that? So mean.
And stupid rain. Okay, you make it not 90 degrees, awesome. But you don't have to rain *that* much.