My hotel here in Large Post-Soviet Country has an outdoor terrace cafe right by a metro stop and a funicular railway. I was relaxing there with a cold beer when a summer thunderstorm started pouring down rain.
Nuthin’ funnier than watching hussies in f*ck-me pumps try to run across a sloped cobblestone sidewalk while trying to smoke, the waiters and I were laughing our asses off. Props to the young women, though, not one wiped out…though that would’ve been hilarious.
