OMG guys? You know those people that NEVER learn no matter HOW much you tell them? Well. I’m worse than them. I’m one of those people that never even learn from her own mistakes!!! So in order for today’s events to make sense, I’ll have to take you back to yesterday for some background first. So. Yesterday when I was on my way to the restaurant, it was really sticky and wet outside because it was +2C so the snow had started to melt which resulted in wet streets. And I’m not kidding when I say there were meter-long pools of water everywhere!!! So I make it to the train station and all is well. I get off the train and just as I’m crossing the final street and am like 4 meters away from the restaurant I accidentally step into a pool of water that turns out to be 20 cm deep!!! So not only are my legs wet but then when we got inside the waitress decides to drop 3 glasses of ice cold water on my left arm and back. Awesome? You know what, if I WANTED to get wet I could have just thrown myself into one of those pools of water on the streets and then roll around for a couple of minutes. Same effect but at least you don’t have to PAY the streets for using their “services”.
So anyway. Back to today. We were on the way to the mall when suddenly things start to slow down and people start blocking the way in. I looked around at noticed that the street was blocked by a mini ice berg that was like 60cm tall and was wondering why people were CLIMBING it instead of walking AROUND it. And that was when I noticed that the ice berg was surrounded by water. Impatient as I am, I decide to walk around the ice berg, thinking I was being -not only smart- but also time efficient. And of course this means I have to step into the water (as if yesterday taught me nothing).
2 seconds later I was on the other side, laughing at my best friend as she was struggling with her climbing skills.
It wasn’t until she had made it to my side of the ice berg that I realized how DEEP the pool of water I just skipped around in was and that my legs were going through the EXACT same traumatic experience as the previous night. And what sucks isn’t that I got wet (again!). But that I had caused it myself this time.
With full knowledge of my upsetting water adventures on the previous night and then seeing me initiate water-pool jumping once again on the next day made my best friend burst into laughter.
And you know what they say. He who laughs last, laughs the hardest.
Kista food court.
XOXO,
M.
