There are few things more soul-destroying in this world than waiting for a bus in wind and rain only to have it drive by full, splashing you as it goes. Not a good start to the day. I can't help feeling bus drivers take some sort of sadistic pleasure in covering you from head to toe in slushy mud. I sometimes think I can hear them cackling as the bus disappears around the corner.
I can't help feeling this wouldn't be an issue if I lived in the Caribbean.