In the world of kung fu, speed defines the winner.
Sometimes in the movies, there’s this scene where a girl is walking on the pavement in the rain when a driver driving too close to the edge of the road hits a puddle and splashes a wave of water over her. Then, usually, someone nice takes pity on her and brings her a towel. It’s a meet cute, girl meets boy kinda thing.
Well, today, that girl was me. Only without the bit with the towel.
Tell me again why I bothered to carry an umbrella?
(As a side note: nice girls in Singapore apparently don’t say “fuck” loudly on the street. They don’t swear at passing cars either it seems.)