Wet fashion trend maybe

I reside in Seattle, it rains here, a lot. Trust me to come from England to a State where it potentially is wetter. The saying goes;

Seattleite’s don’t tan, they rust.

When it is wet I notice the people with their pants legs hanging past their shoes dragging on the ground, a great way to get your new pants all raggedy and dirty, even more so when the ground is water logged. Don’t see why people can’t turn in the hems of their pants legs, maybe I’m just not fashionable enough.

Old git!

Saw one guy with his left pant leg dragging on the ground and his right pant leg tucked into his sock, he wasn’t pushing a bicycle so not sure what that is about, maybe he forgot where he parked his cycle.

The morning I saw a murder

5:30AM,  it is pissing down, not just raining cats and dogs but elephants and rhinos, the wind is driving the torrential rain under my umbrella as I stand in the inky darkness awaiting my chariot, my double articulated bus to downtown Seattle.

My expensive Eddie Bauer jacket is doing its job, the fleece inner jacket is keeping me warm, the water-repellent outer jacket is repelling. Unfortunately the water is running down the coat and soaking the front of my jeans. I shudder as a trickle of cold rain finds its way down my collar and runs down my neck.

My glasses are speckled with droplets of rain, making streetlights and headlights flare, I stamp my feet to get the toes from turning to little ice blocks.

Across the street I hear a commotion, wiping my glasses with a gloved hand, I peer through the smeared lenses to see what is causing the ruckus. A murder!

I am looking at a murder.