I got off the train and was walking to the office and I saw that some company was doing a pressure wash Illinois Colorado on a couple of office fronts up ahead of me.  I watched them spray down the fronts of the buildings for a few minutes and then I marched on when I thought they were done.  Puddles had spread all over both sidewalks and I couldn’t help trampling through them and splashing up all the filthy water.  Naturally, I ruined the suit I was wearing to work, but the people I worked for were cool.  They’d understand it, so long as I showed dry and dripping dirty water down onto their carpeting everywhere.  They also probably wouldn’t like me dragging muck after him and leaving muddy footprints everywhere, but I could walk all that off by the time I got to the office.  What I couldn’t help was when they started pressure washing again and I got hit with the spray.  I was completely drenched and had no idea how I got nailed.  It must be have some offshoot from the big hose they were using that looked more like a cannon than anything else.  I just should have walked down another street, but what can I say?  I’m a creature of habit.