Drowned rat

I often have these odd visions of myself. Not mystical visions like we learned about in my Civilization of music class. But visions of how I swear I look to other people. Like today. I was about to run into Barnes and Noble to find a book about treating abuse (happy, I know). And then it started to rain. A cold rain. So I had a decision. Stay in my nice warm car and wait it out or make a run for it. When I reached the store I wondered if the first option was better. I entered the double doors and was met by a very nice, very cute, store employee. "A little wet out, huh?" he asked. Duh. He was a smart one. I felt like a drowned rat.