Direct hit!

Picture the scene. Friday afternoon and I'm pottering my lazy way into town, minding my own business and in my own little world. I walk everywhere now if I can and I kind of enjoy it...save for the occasional incident.

So, there I am, almost into the center of town, still lost in my own little world when suddenly 'sploosh', without warning and bringing me out of my reverie instantly, I am soaked through, the hair I had actually bothered to 'do' saturated, mascara running down my cheek instead of on my eyelashes and my entire right side wet through!

Startled I looked up to see a small boy on the top deck of a passing, rush hour speed bus, retracting a bottle of water back through the window...the bottle of water he had just emptied, for fun, on top of my head. Gotta admire his aim, he achieved a perfect direct hit!

He and his mates were laughing heartily as you might imagine. I didn't miss a step, looked up at them, poked my tongue out and laughed out loud. I'm not entirely sure that was the reaction they were expecting or hoping for but it was pretty funny! :o)