If cities were people, Tallinn is an asshole

I was sitting in the bus and translating some marketing text for some extra money, when a thought came to mind: you know, going back to Tallinn does not feel bad at all - I basically got a small job, I'm being responsible enough to come back for a choir class, life is decent and so on.

Then the bus stopped at the terminal, I politely waited for the others to clear the way and went out in the rain, to find my bag in a puddle. The bus driver had the balls to preach in Russian to me about how I should have come sooner (than the fucking 20 seconds that had passed since full stop) and I'm afraid he didn't even understand what I called him in Latvian.

The ATM said I only have 20 euros now, for the rest of the week.

Despite the continuous rain, I took my suitcase, my shoulder bag and the tripod and went off to my bus stop. That's only 30 minutes, I'll be fine with my music in earphones, hood, scarf and a good mood, right? And then every single puddle on the street was the size of an ocean and every single car fucking splashed me head to toe and that was somehow not what I expected.

Now I'm hungry, wet and I missed the fucking choir, which was the whole point of coming here so early.