Case of the Rainstorm

First, I had to return some shoes. They have been in my car for over a week, time to send them back. Of course I waited until there was a torrential downpour… Two days after getting my hair done (for those who don’t know, that’s a time consuming and costly expense I endure every three weeks). I made it in to DSW and was able to dry my hair off with the inside of my pants that functioned as a hat as I ventured into the store. I purchased an umbrella to make a classier exit…

Fail. As I combatted the wind and rain with my new black and white polka dot savior, I struggled to make the dry and classy entrance into my car. The right side of my head and the left side of my body are soaked. I reach for the napkins my mother insisted I keep in my car and rapidly raked the brown Chipotle paper down my hair, back and forth back and forth… No luck. The right side of my head is now twice the depth of my left. Panic sets in; I can’t walk around DC like this!!! Wait! I have bobby pins in my purse! You little black bendy sticks of heaven. I make some sort of half ponytail to salvage what I can of my ruined ‘do. Off to the metro. 

As I pull into the mall parking lot, I realize… Parking is no longer free, oh what sweet hell is this? So many years ago, parking was free after six… Damn you bureaucrats! I rush through the mall only to run into a rubber tree plant (those damn ants!)… “ARGH!!!” Pushing the loiterers out of my way I rush to the metro, the blue line! Which side, which side? Luckily metro and I have a previous relationship… Off down the escalator sweeping quickly through the already closing doors… I made it! I redo my hair in the metro window laughing at the women in front of me debating on whether or not to stay with their cheating man, ahh, the mistakes of my youth.

I receive a text, my girlfriend who is stuck in traffic and won’t make dinner… Hopefully she’ll make the show. Damn! I hop off the metro and Google the location of the restaurant. As I step into the post-rainstorm muggy air, PLOP! Another GD raindrop right on the still dry part of my hair… Hahaha-hilarious. I walk my soaked body up half a block and take a seat in my two person booth… Dinner for one please, and a LARGE glass of wine. Pinot.


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