Rain. It brings out the worst in me. I wait at the bus stop. Where’s my fricking bus? The cafe where I buy my coffee – Move out of the way, I was here first! The front door to my office – Open sesame, I’m fricking well here!
Convenience goes out the window. It doesn’t matter if the bus is two minutes late, it’s two minutes late when it rains. The coffee takes ages – takes ages – to make. And why are all those people scowling at me? What’s wrong with them? Have they got a problem? Outta my way. I’ve an important place to be in five minutes. Five!