Okay, busing back to work and I get a seat in 410.
I'm sitting with my bag on my lap and 5 minutes through the ride a cold sensation creeps up my thighs.
I ignore it and I assume it's some sort of cold wind blowing through the bus.
A minute later, I keep feeling the cold sensation and it's extremely cold now.
I begin to investigate this feeling by lifting up my bag ( which was sitting on my lap and I witness something shocking! ).
Liquid had seeped through my bag onto my seat and drips all over the bus floor.
I think quickly, knowing that the 8 other people around me are eyeing my predicament with humour.
I get off my seat and take my bag off my shoulder and quickly find out why there was water dripping on my black shoes....
Supposedly my Powerade Waterbottle's cap wasn't closed properly, sigh.
The water keeps dripping on my shoes from the bag ( which is currently being lifted up in the air ). I put the bag down on the floor and watch as the little streams of water begin to roll across the aisle like a little irrigation system.
I keep a serious look on my face throughout the situation.
Luckily I was wearing black pants and black shoes today, otherwise I would've been accused of 'wetting' myself.
I'm sitting with my bag on my lap and 5 minutes through the ride a cold sensation creeps up my thighs.
I ignore it and I assume it's some sort of cold wind blowing through the bus.
A minute later, I keep feeling the cold sensation and it's extremely cold now.
I begin to investigate this feeling by lifting up my bag ( which was sitting on my lap and I witness something shocking! ).
Liquid had seeped through my bag onto my seat and drips all over the bus floor.
I think quickly, knowing that the 8 other people around me are eyeing my predicament with humour.
I get off my seat and take my bag off my shoulder and quickly find out why there was water dripping on my black shoes....
Supposedly my Powerade Waterbottle's cap wasn't closed properly, sigh.
The water keeps dripping on my shoes from the bag ( which is currently being lifted up in the air ). I put the bag down on the floor and watch as the little streams of water begin to roll across the aisle like a little irrigation system.
I keep a serious look on my face throughout the situation.
Luckily I was wearing black pants and black shoes today, otherwise I would've been accused of 'wetting' myself.
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