Walking around town after a little rain could be considered an extreme sport. ...or maybe just something to be done by people more observant and quick-footed than myself. While walking to a doner shop with a 12-year-old within my first 2 weeks of being here, I saw a truck approaching and noticed a big stripe of water. Without thinking, I practically threw the kid up against a wall in order to avoid getting splashed. Not too gentle and delicate - but I stayed dry and won the match between Roberta and the Pothole.
I don't always win, however, and I have stains on my pants to remind me of my failures. Yesterday was another match. On my way to the Center, I was fumbling with my coat zipper and wasn't quite so observant. There are potholes 6" deep...and I got splattered with muddy water the whole way up to my glasses. No exaggeration. The rest of the walk I was on high alert - crossing the street multiple times in order to avoid the experience again. I'm sure that I looked ridiculous - crouching, plastering myself up against walls, and occasionally squealing. I hope that I'll get better at this with time.
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