TKOG Who … drowns in the rain for your pleasure

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NTKOG #74: The kind of girl who, when you ask her for directions around a part of town with which she is unfamiliar, stands happily for twenty minutes, rain puking from the sky, to look it up on her phone.

I am: particularly feline about standing in the rain. Also:

I am not: Mother friggin’ Theresa.

The Scene: Near Fenway, right behind the Green Monstah, on my way to Lansdowne Pub for the Barenaked Ladies concert on Saturday. The weather is schizophrenic, deciding whether to rain or snow, and I — wearing a light cotton jacket, no umbrella, and flipflops — am skipping spastically from non-puddle to non-puddle, all the blood in my skin freezing into a thin shield of armor.

As I get halfway down the street, a guy approaches me and asks where the House of Blues is.

“Don’tknowgoodluck!” I spit out, then keep skipping. After only half a mo, though, I turn back. “I can look it up on my iPhone for you, if you want,” I say, trying my hardest not to even convey reluctance.

The rain at this point is pouring, bucketfuls like a special effect in a high school student documentary. I spend some time browing through Yelp, then google maps, then finally tracking it through the phone’s GPS. After a good five minutes (my bones are drowning in my skin by this point), I lock eyes with the guy then turn my head sheepishly half a block up the street. His head follows.

“Oh,” he says. “I guess it was right there the whole time.”

We gaze up at the sign for a few minutes, but something funny happens as we gaze up: NOT A SINGLE DROP OF RAIN HITS MY FACE. You guys — the rain that had been driving pockmarks into my skin and skull the whole walk over?! Stopped, just like that, the second I looked it up for him.

I walked the rest of the way to pub in comfort. The rain didn’t start again until I was already under the pub’s awning, and out of its range.

The Verdict: Look, I see no other way to interpret this: the universe was so strongly in favor of my taking the time to give someone directions that it actually STOPPED A TORRENTIAL DOWNPOUR TO REWARD ME. Can we just talk about how improbable and wonderful that is?! Not only that, but within the next 24 hours, I saw BnL from 10 feet away, and won an iPod and front-row Weezer tickets (though mega-bummer the show was canceled — still!). A+++++ WOULD RAISE KARMA AGAIN.

Seriously, though, I would do this again and I have done it again. I originally got the idea from a girl who, when I went to New York to visit Consultant, spent 25 friggin’ minutes on her Blackberry, helping me figure out what route to take and what station to go to. (This also taught me a valuable lesson about the importance of charging one’s dang phone.) She made such a positive impact on me that I’ve been looking for an opportunity to pay it forward, as it were. And apparently the universe was listening.

Tagged as: barenaked ladies, boston, fenway, first snow, flipflops in the snow, it's a christmas miracle guys, lansdowne pub, magic, rain, snow