So imagine you live really close to your college. To get there takes you five minutes, to go back home another five. Perhaps, if there are too many cars or the road is jammed because some asshole decided to "go with style" and killed himself via slamming his car into another five, perhaps it'll take you twenty minutes to get back home.
Well, that's my situation.
Yestarday I made four hours on the way back. Four fucking hours.
Thing is, it rained. And hailed. A lot. Of course at first it was fun - we were in class and then once we got out, at around 8:00 pm, we decided to be silly fun students and hang around the balconies throwing stuff at the few idiots who decided to venture into the storm, or perhaps yell stuff at them like "You are my hero, too bad you'll die of pneumonia tomorrow!", and things like that.
Afterwards we started making bets.
"How much would you give me if I run to that tree over there?"
"Three pesos, no more."
"Fuck you, gimme 150 and I'll do it naked!"
Sadly though, nobody ran around naked.
Anyway, after 40 minutes I decide to hell with this, the rain is pretty for the five first minutes alone, I'm going home.
So I exit the college and start walking to my car. "Oooh, good thing I brought an umbrella with me! And even better, I'm wearing my canadian snow-boots! I wont get so wet!"
And I didn't. At first. I got to my car, got inside and an hour and a half later I had moved about 50 meters. Now I can't transform that into yards or whatever you silly americans/brittish/canadians use, but 50 meters is way too little for an hour and a half!! Half an hour after that I was already crying and rather desperate (I needed to pee) and then it came - knock knok, somebody was tapping my window.
I open. A random girl student was there
"You shouldn't go any further."
"Why?"
"It's inundated. Medicine's a lagoon, cars have been abandonated all over the place."
"....well fuck. Thanks."
But I'm stupid so I decided to go ahead and see if she was telling the truth. She was.
The water was like 70 cms high - that's about 3 feet, I think, and a jeep had been abandonated at the middle of the road. A jeep! If that didn't make it, my seven-year old focus was done for. So, being the spoiled girly brat I am, I pulled over and got out my cellphone and
"DADDY!!! I'm stuck and there's water and it doesn't stop raining and I'm tired and I'm hungry and thirtsy and I WANT TO PEE!"
"Sucks to be you! Well, I'm stuck inside my office! There's a feet and a half of ice at the doors! Can't get out, can't help you. Wich me luck coming back home tonight."
"...shit!!"
So I proceded to do the only thing I could think of - got off the car, closed it and started walking. Needless to say I ended up tripping and falling into many many small lagoons, which got me really angry because dammit I liked those pants and now they are ruined. Also - mind you, but Mexico City ain't the kind of city you want to walk alone at night, specially if you are a girl. But I guess most smart people were at home, instead of braving the worse fucking storm we've had in years, so I got home safely at, I don't know 12:30 am perhaps?
I was drenched and pissy and hungry, BUT my socks were dry. Canadian snow-boots must be magical.
Anyway, I got my car back today (it was magically unharmed) and yeah, perhaps my hating of the rain and a cold everything seems to be normal.
Funny fact about Mexico's climate - yesterday we had 3 feet of water and 1 feet of hail.
Today the average temperature is about 27°C (pretty fucking high), the sun is high up in the sky and I had to wear a skirt, camisole and sandals to college because of the heat. However, I'm expecting more hail tonight. Stupid climate can't seem to decide....
So yeah. Needed to vent that out because goddamint it was scary and frustrating.
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