Three Swimming Pools of Rain

So I woke up yesterday. Yeah, I don't remember that much.

I got on the bus to work. Oh yeah — someone texted me. Now I remember.

I brought some melon with me and a homemade breakfast burrito wrap.

Then I went to work and did my job. At some point I came across some diarrhea stains. Dried. The smell didn't hit me until I had to wipe it off.

Thank goodness for my double gloving habit.

Gloves always.

I just blocked it out and almost forgot I actually cleaned that up. It looked like someone sharted off the toilet like a rocket.

After work I went to the library without realizing the obviously ominous clouds outside.

I grabbed some ramen from a nearby place and sat down in the library while the rain started coming down.

While I was there, I ended up eating a new ramen bowl along with the melon I brought and an electrolyte drink. It was the most expensive bowl.

It just kept pouring and pouring outside while I sat there.

About three swimming pools later, the rain finally stopped.

While it was raining, I heard some interesting conversations.

Some mothers from a mom club were talking with each other. One didn't have a car and mentioned she originally thought she wouldn’t need one because of the train system and the bus system. But then she said she lives in Midtown and the systems there aren't so great.

Another mom was married to a lawyer. She and her husband both went to law school, but she decided to take a break after getting pregnant so she could spend time taking care of her baby until it was a few years old.

The mom club seemed supportive of each other. They even exchange gifts.

Later I heard another conversation.

A loud flamboyant dark-skinned man was on the phone. He was so loud the security guard had to tell him to quiet down. His day sounded overwhelming. He had a rescheduled court date after missing the first one and was expecting to go to jail. He had just returned from a hospital visit because of an injury.

After being gone from his residence for a week, he came back to black mold.

He didn't have a plan and expected to go homeless. It sounded like he didn't have a car either and couldn't return to where he was living because the mold might kill him.

He also mentioned he only had 102 days of school left.

Then he said how tired he was of Texas.

Right after that he started complaining about how he spends money on stupid stuff. Over a thousand dollars without realizing it.

I cringed.

I'm extremely stingy with money. I save, not spend for the most part.

Then I went to grab a snack at a nearby gas station.

An incoming bus drove by and I ran trying to avoid the splash.

It didn't work.

The bus still blasted water up from the street and soaked me from the thigh down.

At the gas station I asked if I could use some windshield towels to dry myself off. They let me.

So I stood there drying myself with windshield towels before waddling back to the library.

I felt wet and like I hadn't used the restroom in about ten hours.

My backdoor was especially screaming for release.

After that I watched a Zoom live about digital marketing setups.

The program cost around four thousand dollars.

Who has that kind of money?

Eventually I rushed home late, because at that point my body had two non-negotiable demands:

a toilet
and sleep.