It rained yesterday.
For anyone in Houston, you know that they means at least an extra 30 minutes on an average commute. Since my commute averages 50 minutes each way, I spent about an hour and a half getting in to work that morning.
On a Monday.
In the rain.
Monday. Uck.
It seemed that no matter what I did, I became stuck behind ridiculously slow vehicles. I got cut off by a semi hauling tree trunks, then miraculously found myself behind a cement truck. Neat.
There was the Impala of Fear, that was going a steady 24 in 50 mph and the Jalopy Truck of Landscaping that was hauling at least 12 bodies through the rain.
Cut off by this truck, then a BMW comes up the shoulder. Really?
“Hey get your rickshaw the hell out of the fast lane! I’m trying to get to work. I have to teach the Future of America!!!”
I zoom past a horse and buggy and settle in to my Monday morning karaoke.
“So be true to your school now
Just like you would to your girl or guy
Be true to your school now
And let your colors fly
Be true to your school
Rah rah rah Be true to your school
Rah rah rah Be true to your school
Rah rah rah Be true to your school
Rah rah rah Be true to your school”
As the tears stream down my face.
