It’s raining, so I must be flying somewhere.
That a bit whiny, I know.
I’ve never been one to mind the rain or let the rain affect my mood. In fact, I’ve always liked rainy days. Rory sleeps in a bit longer, and he doesn’t like to walk in the rain like a Golden Retriever or Lab might. That gives me some extra time in the morning that I don’t normally have to get things done.
It’s a win-win.
But on travel days, rain just kinda mucks up the works.
It’s harder to hail a cab…’cause even the locals don’t want to walk on rainy days. When I get to the airport, it’s filled with other slightly damp, even-more-rushed-than-usual people trying to get through security to their gate.
And once they are through?
Well, they’ll probably sit and wait because the rain will more often than not delay their flight. And then they’re grouchy and mouthy with the poor gate agents. It’s not pretty to watch.
Man, this is a fun blog entry. Clearly, the rain doesn’t affect my mood at all…except maybe on travel days.
Come on, sun!
