I left the house to walk to the bus terminal. No busses run by here on Sundays and I figured I should get some exercise anyway. On the way, I realized I forgot to buy a lock (they want us to lock our shit in the lockers, not have it with us at the registers), so I ducked into a Dollarama to buy a cheap $1.50 padlock. As I was in a rush, I didn't bother to grab the receipt.
I made it to the terminal and on the bus without incident. Then, I accidentally got off one stop too soon. Well, shit. That whole area is pretty wide open (not many landmarks) and as the bus pulled away, I realized that to my left, there was a huge office building of some sort without a single light on or car in the parking lot. To the right of me...a bunch of hydro towers and a cornfield. Yeah...a fucking corn field.
I took out my trusty Blackberry and flipped to the Google Maps app. The GPS doesn't always work but thankfully, it worked beautifully today. I had to take a long-ass winding road before reaching some semblance of civilization. I thought, "Ok, this isn't so bad, there's nothing out here, so at least I can see for miles!" Then, the wind picked up...a LOT. I mean, if I didn't know any better, I'd swear a tornado hit. The fact that there was nothing out there definitely exasperated things a smidge. I couldn't breathe or open my eyes (even with sunglasses on). I could barely walk in a straight line. Then, the hailstorm hit. Not freezing rain; not icy snow; ball-bearing-sized motherfucking HAIL. At MACH SPEED.
I may be less of a man for admitting this but that's when things became so unbearably claustrophobic, I started to cry. Not a lot, but enough that the tears made the hail pelts hurt more, so I eventually had to swallow the panic and just try to keep walking. I couldn't see at all anymore and I was soaked to the core. My phone was also soaked and I was so worried it was going to die on me. I misjudged how swampy the field was and cut through it, stepping into a mini-lake twice. Fuck.
As if I was on the goddamn Truman Show or something, as soon as I got to a regular street with sidewalks again, the wind stopped, the clouds parted, and out came Mr. Sun. My trip was much easier from that point on. Under normal circumstances, it wouldn't have taken me much more than half an hour or so to get to work from there on foot, but the weather beat my ass to a pulp.
Nearly an hour after I got off the bus, I made it to work with a wind burned face, soaked shoes, wet pants from the cuffs to almost the knees, soaked shoes, and wind tunnel hair. At least I made it on time.
Before I could start work, I had to lock my shit away. The stupid lock doesn't FUCKING work.