Classic: Rainjob

Friend and reader Phillybits shares a classic story from riding on the 42 bus here. An excerpt from his post:

After waiting about five minutes, here comes the SEPTA bus I take to work in the morning. I pull off my jacket hood, close up my umbrella and climb aboard. I pay my fare, walk to the middle of the bus and sit down.

On a wet seat.

"WTF?"

I look up and there's water pouring - literally pouring into the bus - through the fluorescent light fixtures, the windows and even the speakers that announce station stops.

So much for my Gore-Tex flight jacket. So much for my umbrella....

Read the rest of the account here.