Reserved for the people who don't slow down at puddles and splash everyone around them.
I was coming back home when it started raining, a rare event here evening during monsoons and somehow it always rains when I'm outdoors and I don't want to get wet.
Anyway I was on my motorcycle, when this guy in a car rushes past me. It was raining hard and the road was filled with water, I was already drenched, got another splash up to my waist. Then suddenly my bike splutters a bit, and stops. Somehow, water had gone inside the spark plug, and it would no longer start. Spent fifteen minutes trying fix it, without success, finally gave up and dragged it a few kilometers to the house of an acquaintance, who turned out to be out of town. I parked the bike at his place and started wending my way home. Again, the roads which are so full of taxis on other days were totally devoid of them today. Finally reached home half an hour later, drenched to the bone and in a terrible temper, having been splashed on the way more times than I cared to count.
It truly does pour, when it rains.
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