Drip Drop Wet Rain

I arrived back in Pittsburgh in record time. I took a cab from the airport. The driver was listening to a talk radio show. The speaker was implying that America's right to torture people for information is the same as testing a man who was somehow cured of HIV. The driver was getting into the debate, yelling at the radio and everything. Then he looked at me in his rear view mirror. "It's not the same thing. A tortured person will agree to anything. I mean, If I killed YOU..." I didn't hear the end of his point. I glanced out the window at the rain drenched road and at the cars that sped past us. I thought that no demonstration was necessary. "I agree with you!" I said.

My plans have changed. My fear of melting in the rain has lead me to decide to spend my day bonding with my apartment. We've been separated for so long. Plus my manager left a message for me telling me when I work next. I open! Not a big deal, except for the fact that b&n opens earlier than I would like to wake up.