Yesterday I was stuck in the rain on Session Road without an umbrella. I wasn't the only one feeling stranded. Dozens of people without umbrellas lined the sidewalks, standing under awnings, or dashing out desperately into the rain to hail a taxi that always turned out to be occupied. I stood there for about half an hour, watching people compete for cabs, inhaling the city fumes, absorbing the sound of all those cars and all that chatter, amusing myself by noting the colors and prints of all the tsinelas flipflopping by, and watching my time drain away like all that rain rushing through the gutters. I had with me a painting that I had just picked up at the framers and it was swathed in bubble wrap. After making sure the rain wouldn't seep in, I hoisted the painting unto my head and made my way back towards City Hall, whereabouts my trusty steed awaited my return. When I got home my feet felt cold, wet, and gritty. I slipped out of my plastic flats (the WRONG shoes for a rain...