Image by Matthew Henry
It was raining again and my holiday was a constant wet day.
I wanted to walk to the museum, which was six blocks away. The rain was teeming down but I was determined to not let it ruin my plans.
I stepped out to cross the street as a taxi zoomed past and splashed me such that my pants legs were soaked.
“Oh great,” I heard myself say. But determined as I was I made my way through the jungle of puddles to stand in front of the museum.
The sign made my day. “Museum closed due to leaky roof.”