Moss, is humor writer from Tennessee. She writes a
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||Cog in a Wheel....
Cog in a Wheel
Another rainy day has
dawned. I cannot believe it, but it is thundering and lightening in January.
Isn't that against the rules? On the other hand, I suppose the guy that makes
the thunder and lightening also makes the rules.
The weather is just a little too strange for me lately. It is much too warm for
the middle of winter. Some people think it is due to global warming. Somehow I'm
afraid that we will have to pay our dues for the nice weather by being buried in
a foot of snow. But today it's coming down as rain -- sheets of rain, torrential
sheets of rain.
The morning drive is awful. Traffic crawls. It is dark and the rain is pouring
down. The windshield wipers can hardly keep the windshield clear. I am happy to
arrive at the parking garage at the office still alive.
As I stand at the street corner in the pouring rain, I can feel the water
seeping through the leather of my shoes. Oh, no, I'll have wet feet all day. I
am developing a sore throat just thinking about it while I wait for the light to
As I start across, a car turns in front of me in spite of the fact that I have a
walk light and a painted crosswalk. Dad gum it! Don't they know pedestrians have
the right of way? Here I am drowning in the pouring down rain while they are in
a nice dry car -- but they make ME wait! What ever happened to common courtesy?
I slosh across the street where water that drains from the concrete buildings
runs in small rivers. I try to decide whether to wade through them or try to go
around. I hop over the worst places and finally get to the other side of the
street without being run over by traffic. It's like a water park out here.
Other people are in the lobby shaking off dripping umbrellas, and mumbling about
the weather. One lady in particular is drenched. "I missed the shuttle and
walked from the lower parking lot," she explains. So, I don't know why I'm
complaining. I try not to think about how wet my feet are.
We crowded onto the elevator, coats still wet, and umbrellas dipping. A fine
specimen of humanity we are this morning. My pants legs will stay wet for a
while around the bottom, compliments of my lack of puddle jumping skills. Only
the top of my head, which was covered by my umbrella, is still dry.
"It's rough out there today," observed a co-worker.
"It certainly is," I agree.
Not astute observations, but we are too wet to be witty. Others come dripping in
"At least it isn't snow," observed one optimist. "But it may turn
into snow tonight the weatherman says." (NOTE: Can I take back what I said
about her being an optimist?)
"If I can make it home tonight and get inside my garage with the door
closed before it starts, I don't care," says another. We need a comedian on
a day like this.
"Wouldn't it be nice to work at home and not have to come in to the office
every day?" Sure, but that isn't going to happen anytime soon, I think.
Might as well get to work.
And so, it's back to the daily grind. Unfortunately, the rain is probably the
most exciting thing that will happen to me today.
I'm just another cog in the wheel of life. And at this rate, I will probably be
a rusty cog soon.
Copyright 2006 Sheila Moss
Nashville, TN 37219
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