Ohh it grinds my gears!
Aug 24, 2009 // 7:56 AM
lavish.nu (by far the best forum ever) has a topic called "You know what really grinds my gears" i was going to post my ''gear grinding" on that topic but its too big to put onto one post, so
Ive come to vent to thee :)
OK here is the scene: I offer to go to the post office which is a 10 minute walk away to post a package for my mum. The weather was cloudy but it was the fluffy white kind that don't look angry but more "Hey there Nichola! Please enjoy you walk, we promise not to rain upon you.". So i tootle of to the shop, bearing in mind i have make up on (mainly mascara) and no umbrella, since the fluffy clouds look like no danger.
I get outside and turn the corner towards the post office, and i see the biggest most meanest cloud in the history of clouds. The only way i could describe this cloud is: have you ever watched those documentaries about tornado's and there is always those huge black cloud right above the tornado's, well that is exactly what my cloud looked like.
I thought that i could maybe get in the post office and out within 2 Min's if there wasn't a Que, and then leg it back home within 5 Min's without getting wet.... Little did i know there were another 4 people in front of me at the post office, and only one till open. Hope was still present at this point, holding onto the hope that it would pass over or fend off until i was safely at home.
But of course, when i finally get served and pay for the package, i glance outside and the rain! Oh god the rain! It was pelting it down, far worse than i have imagined it to be. By Jove that rain cloud was in an angry mood. No sign of the nice fluffy cloud, must of been scared of...
It looked like it wasn't going to stop any time soon, so i ventured out into the rain, without cover in seconds it was like i have been swimming with my clothes on. None of the car drivers would not let me cross in my time of need, so i had to wait 4 bloody minutes at the crossing until the cars stopped. After that i legged it back home, and typically it stopped when i entered the house.
My make up, or what was left of it, was steaming down my face, it looked like a scene off a horror film! So i got in, and my sister just looked at me and said "Ill brew up!" i got changed out of my wet clothes took my make up off my face and my mum dried my hair :D Which reminded me of being a child and my mum drying my hair,
aww!
Now
I'm all cuddled up in jogging bottoms and a cuddly jumper, with a cuppa tea. And feeling much better after this vent of anger!
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