I have no love for the sudden downpours the past two nights.
One, I'm not the Boy Scout type—I don't have an umbrella on my person at all times.
Two, I like walking home, or on days when I have to wear formal shoes, part of the way home. It gives me time to think, plan, or reflect; it's also the only form of exercise I get these days.
Three, I become an asshole. Last night I beat a mother and her child to a taxi. When the lady asked, "Kuya, puwede bang kami muna?" I simply ignored her and got in the cab.
(In my defense I was drenched from standing under the rain to hail a taxi; they had an umbrella.)