Bad Day {David}
Jan 9, 2011 11:53:17 GMT -5
Post by Ashley Davis on Jan 9, 2011 11:53:17 GMT -5
Ashley sighed exasperatedly as she stood by the door of the salon she'd just gotten her nails done at, looking outside with a frown of discontentment on her face. There had been absolutely no forecast of rain today - it was January for Christ's sake, there shouldn't even be any rain in January, not in Kansas City anyway. But apparently, mother nature had decided she felt like messing with the world - and by the world she really only meant herself, but since she was affected then everybody else had to be too - by sending rain instead of snow. Of course, she didn't like snow any more than she liked rain, but snow wouldn't mess up her hair at least. However, taking a cab was just not something she did, ever - she much preferred walking, which was good exercise and kept her body just the way she wanted it to be anyway, to sitting in the back of a smelly, dirty car with a crabby, creepy driver. Which was why, right now, she currently faced a very irritating dilemna - she could either walk in the rain, or... well, she didn't even feel like there was another option actually, but she still didn't want to pick the first one.
That was, until she suddenly noticed the Starbucks coffee shop right across the street, promising warmth and a delicious latte. Pursing her lips lightly, she looked up at the gray cloud that showed no sign of wanting to stop pouring rain, and shoved her purse up her shoulder with determination, pushing the door open and starting a light jog to cross the street after making sure there was no risk of getting hit by a car. She'd almost reached the other side successfully, her hair barely even touched by the rain, when her foot caught in a pothole, causing her to let out a light shriek of dismay as she fell against the sidewalk, a mix of dirty snow and muddy water covering the front of her clothes. "Goddamn it!" she swore, hurriedly getting back to her feet and huffing in even more frustration when she noticed that one of the nails she'd just spend an hour getting carefully done had broken, throwing a vicious glare at a walker by who snickered and pointed at her. "What do you think you're looking at?" she snarled at them, brushing the front of her clothes with exasperation and even more annoyance than she'd been feeling before.
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