At lunch today with a work colleague, Jorge, we both exited the car in the bucketing rain, to make a dash to the chipper.
Well, I made a dash for it. Jorge casually strolled from car to food as if he wasn’t being pelted by a thousand flying puddles of cloud-piss.
I asked him why he decided to do the slow-mo Reservoir Dogs walk through the wall of water and he told me that you get less wet walking than running in the rain.
I had heard this a few times before and had disregarded it then as quickly as I did today.