If you were never aware of what was around you...

Fate hated my outfit today.

It started this morning: Confident from my successful interactions with both the grocer and the 7 hr. photo guy I stopped by my favorite coffee shop to make a 'normal' morning of it. Upon leaving I sashayed halfwittedly straight into the closed door. Clearly labeled "PULL" from the inside I instead chose to PUSH, sandwhiching my grande iced cafe mocha between myself and the single-way-swinging hard space. Donned with sweet sticky espresso, I didn't cry over my spilt condensed milk. Instead I collected any salvaged dignity I may have dropped on the floor and I walked home to change my shirt.
I've had bigger embarrassments in India...
Like a few hours later, iPod in hand, I dance/walked to Death Cab for Cutie's "Marching Bands of Manhattan" pretending to star in my very own personal music video back toward the photo store to collect my printed memories. Two blocks from my apartment suddenly a bucket of (I'm certain) well-used bath water rained from the apartment complex heavens to my left like a shower of body drool landing directly on my favorite BR jeans and trickling slowly toward my Tevas.
I should have noticed the pool that had been collecting outside the building where previous showers had been discarded. It was my own fault. But whatever, I'm beginning to enjoy the workout of bucket washing my clothes.