Wet bricks. NC State in the rain.
I love the rain, don’t get me wrong. I still refuse to buy an umbrella. But on account of the rain, I was running a little late for my 8:05 and nearly rolled into the free expression tunnel as the top step proved to be slicker than deer guts on a door knob. Luckily, with jaguar-like reflexes and a girlish scream, I caught myself and splashed on to class.
Anticlimactic? Sorry if this isn’t “American Idol.”