Exceptionally heavy rain in Davao tonight, more so than usual, and quite sudden, too. By a fantastic congruence of events, I saw my Mom's car just as I stepped out of the university gate. I caught a ride with her, sparing myself from a soaking.
By fantastic, I really do mean fantastic. Let me tell you why.
On Mondays my classes run till nine in the evening. Normally I dismiss a little early, around 8:30 or 8:45 (please understand, my first lecture class starts at 11:00, then I have labs from 12:30 to 3:30, and my evening classes start at six). However, as this week is university week, I decided to let the class go even earlier than usual, at 8:15.
I trundled over to the office, diddled with the computer a bit, then decided to call it a day. As I walked down to the first floor, I remembered I brought my umbrella with me this morning. Should I go back for it? The air felt cold and breezy, but looking out the window I didn't see any rain. I'll leave it for tomorrow, I said.
And what do you know? Just as I stepped out of the gates, it started drizzling. I sighed and turned back for my umbrella.
I pondered if I should walk up to the sixth floor again, then I saw the last elevator still running. I was the only passenger so I chatted up the operator. At our floor, I asked the operator if she could hold the car for me. She said she would. I dashed for my umbrella and came back not long after.
Unlike my quick ride up, the descent took a little longer. At the fifth floor, a passel of MassCom students piled into the car. I knew a couple of them so we talked a bit. But man, was it crowded and muggy. I felt relief when the elevator doors finally opened.
Back at the ground floor, I saw that the rain had come down in full force. Whatever happened, I knew I was going to get wet.
As I stepped out the university gates, I whispered a word of thanks: right in front of me was -- no, not my mother -- but an Obrero-bound jeep. Normally they stop at the opposite side of the street, but here, at that moment, it was in front of me!
I clambered aboard, muttering sorry's and excuse me's to the other passengers. Just as I sat down, I heard loud honking behind us. I squinted through the curtain of rain. That car looks familiar, I thought; and as I read the license plate, I realized: it was our car!
I jumped out of the jeepney and got into our car.
"Wow! Thanks, Ma," I said, "were you waiting for me?"
"No," she said, "I just happened to pass by; I came from SM. I wasn't even sure it was you I saw get on board the jeepney."
So there you go: early dismissal, diddling with the computer, forgetting my umbrella, a delay at the elevator, and a quick jeepney stop, all coinciding with my Mom driving by at the same moment I came out. Some days, it all just works out.