The weatherman had forecasted a one hundred percent chance of rain. What he forgot to mention was the intensity. I half expected to see animals marching two by two as the heavy rain formed mid-sized lakes in the yard.
Previously discouraged that my last rainy day random act of offering my umbrella to strangers was a washout, I was hopeful. How could I not be? Just look at it coming down.
Instead of harassing people at Kroger, I picked a place where people are comfortable being in close proximity to other people. (Chaz argued sharing an umbrella with a stranger violated all kinds of personal space issues regardless of location.)
The gym would be different, I reasoned. When you sweat together, personal space is null and void.
I walked out the front doors of the Y and saw two women talking under the awning cover. The rain was so thick it was difficult to see more than 20 feet away.
“May I walk you to your car?” I pointed to my umbrella.
“Aren’t you nice…”
Oh, no. I knew where this was going. “I’m not in any hurry to be anywhere. It’s no trouble at all.” I stressed this last point.
Her friend piped in before I could ask. “I’m fine too. But, that was nice.”
Driving out of the parking lot I saw one of the women running towards her car with her head bent against the rain.
I should have known better. Chaz did and he was nice enough to tell me he told me so.