"Bad Day" ITs not just a song

Well... I decided today was the day to ride the bike. However knowing the weather as I do here, I decided to look last night and pull out the big old heafty bag that would protect my laptop and such if it should rain.

Started out walking the dog and no rain, hints of blue sky. Was ready. Got all bundled up, backpack on the back even told Tina to make coffee for me.
Should have known then that I would pay for that later.
I get on the bike and I pull out. Right on schedule… early if you will.. I left the house with Tina. Mind you it takes me another 10 minutes to heat the bike and such and Tina is by then half way to work. But again that is beside the point.

So I roll out, early feeling good. Visor up and feeling happy. Fresh air… and what a wet spot.. My nose... is wet... strange... must be mist...
I get down to the light. Now mind you this is only 500 meters if even that... ok... light changes and I turn, not more then 200 meter... I pull my visor down due to the chill in the air... suddenly… I am wet all over... the sky opened up and I became water logged.

I managed to go another 200 feet and pull into Target, under this little tiny tree that is just now growing leaves, I removed my back pack and put it in the big old hefty bag I had and proceeded to try and bungee it to the bike. At this point I realize if I put the backpack the wrong way, my coffee cup might empty into the bag and thus flood out my laptop. So I tilted it up and managed to get it closed… with my hair scrunchy. I realized at this point, they needed these huge hefty with the yellow and green makes blue seals... not this tiny little one that if your hands are wet there is no way its closing.

So... I managed to get all set and off on the bike. Talk about dump down rain.

Anyway.. I get to work, a little soaked on the outside but arrive in one piece. So I get off the bike and take a deep breath. Did the coffee leak? I look at the bag and it's covered in steam on the inside, so I figured I might have had a leak. Open it up pull out the backpack and then flipped the hefty bag upside down and nothing comes out. My nice orange/gold or what ever color starbucks mug was sealed tight not a drop of coffee was harmed or loss on this adventure.
So I am feeling funny and happy. I get fresh homemade coffee to take the rain chill out of my bones... talk about really feeling damp. I felt like I was soaked... but with my water proof pants and jacket, that is impossible of course...
Haha right..

So in the office, I proceed to remove the layer as the song on my ipod plays "Bad day" and I laugh, not so bad actually.
Then I remove my pants... wow... my ankles are soaked. Strange but I can accept that. Blue jeans day, ankles wet that is not bad. Mind you it looks like I was wading in the stream before work but… still not bad...
Then I look down... oh no. yep... I look like I peed in my pants. Oh dear... not good. (Not unless you stick your head right at front pockets you won't really see how wet it is, so that is the saving grace here.)

I smile pull my shirt down when I realize my neck is wet. I decide a trip to the rest room is in order... there I take inventory... yep my collar of my shirt is soaked. So instead of a dark blue it’s a navy collar.
My pants. Ankles are soaked and well yeah I look like I peed in my pants, but... on top of that. I have a lovely rather large, wet spot in the middle of my left butt cheek.

Now this is funny but what is even better, if I had peed in my pants this trail would have gone down, no this is way above any seams or such. This is on the left jean pocket and it's not hiding able. Yeah... my shirt is only so long, and this can not be hidden. So here I am looking at myself in the mirror. Examining my left back pocket trying to figure out how that got so wet and someone walks in.

'How do you tell someone you're looking at the wet spot on your jeans not checking yourself out in the mirror? 'Yeah that is what I thought as well.

So... here I come out of the bathroom embarrassed, and pulling my shirt as far down as I can to cover my wet spot on my bum.
Chuckling to myself I just know this is all ok. It's Friday and life is good.
So... I inform the boss that I will be hiding in the office till my pants are dry and he, of course, asks me why I wet my pants.. Figures...

So… here I am with my legs wide open trying to get them to try and who knows how I will get my left butt cheek dry. Perhaps the chair cushion will absorb all the water.

It's not a bad day, just one full of adventure before the first cup of coffee.

WARNING: really not a single drop of coffee was harmed or loss in this minor adventure.