Also, apparently near-death experiences make bus drivers quippy.
MP3 Player: *playing pretty soothing Mononoke music*
Bus Driver: "Looks like what they say at UBC is true. SFU students really do have their heads in the clouds."
Me: *blinking awake*
Bus: *thud, thud*
Me: *looks outside*
Window: *is blank white*
We reached the first stop about a minute later.
Bus: *thud, thud, creeeak jerk, sudden stop*
Me: *does not have umbrella*
Concourse, ten metres up: *is bone dry*
Me: *is walking through an ACTUAL CLOUD*
I just love how all those "Come to BC to Work, Learn, and Play!" commercials invariably take place on breezy, sun-drenched mountain peaks, with young and old frolicking amid the trees. La la la, come here, it's pretty and dry!
DON'T LISTEN. *shivers*
I kid. I love rain. Just not so much in love with the instant monsoon-from-nowhere kind, is all. *shifty-eyed glance at window*