Damn that sun

You may think the sun is all good, but I beg the differ.
I say damn that sun!

It was a plain, regular morning for me.
Woke up, drank some coffee, a latte.
Read in the newspaper of the disaster in some third world country, the murder in a local club, some terrorist bombing and a few killed… nothing much. I was beginning to feel pressed with time, and so I ran out to the car, when the strong sun outside caught me by surprise. I was blinded for a second, when I bumped into the elderly man walking the street.
I couldn't apologize more, when he fell down, probably breaking some ribs on the sidewalk, just outside my home.
Damn that sun.
I would have stayed, to see he is Ok, or even called an ambulance from my cell phone, but I was late for work. It's a silly excuse, but it was the sun fault.

So I was driving with the damn sun in my eyes, cursing that ball of fire to the best of my knowledge, when I came to the junction of streets I had to cross, to get into my office parking. It was the sun again, that was in my eyes, when I entered the parking, scratching the wall enough to paint it with the color my car used to be.
Damn that sun.
If I wasn't so pissed, I would probably continued to my office, and work, but I just had to get a break, after starting my day like this.

So I left my beat up car there, and held up my hand for a cab, to take me some place to relax. The sun was on my back, and I felt a sweat beginning to crawl down the back of my shirt. When finally I got into a cab, my shirt was glued to my stomach and I looked like I had a shower, but smelled like I didn’t.
Damn that sun.
If I had any brains I would have taken the cab home, and changed, but I was so irritated, that I asked the driver:
"Just take me as far away from the sun, as you can"
"Away from the sun sir?" he asked.
"Yes" I replied. "Away from that damn sun"
"I can get you away from the sun, sir. It will cost you, sir" he said, while checking me in his rear view mirror.
"That would be fine" I mumbled, just wishing I can relax somewhere, before feeling this sun again.
The driver took the high road, and it seemed like he was driving directly at the sun. I didn't say anything, though it worried me. We were driving for ten minutes, when I finally asked him:
"Why are going in the direction of the sun, when all I asked was to get away from it"
"Well sir, I'm driving the sun away. It is a known fact that when driving directly at the sun, the sun tries to get away, like a criminal, that knows he got caught."
I thought I was going mad…
"Listen, I'm not a small infantile you can work on. I asked you a simple task, and you are doing exactly the opposite"
"Oh no sir, trust me. If you want to get away from the sun, you got into the right cab"
I didn't trust him, but I still liked the idea of someone else taking control of the situation. I could close my eyes, and imagine I'm in the dead of winter, snow falling on top of my home, on the elderly man smiling outside my house, covering my parking space at work with white layer of "untisun". Falling on me…
Damn that sun.
I was so busy imagining a world without the sun, I fell asleep in the cab.

When I opened my eyes, I didn't see the sun anymore.
I was still in the cab, driving on a flat road. Outside it was darker, and when I looked around, I saw the damn sun behind us.
"Oh sir, you woke up. Did you sleep well in my cab?"
"Yes, thank you"
"You see sir, I promised you the sun will run from us, and she did. It was a struggle, but as soon as she saw we were not going to back off, she went over us, and landed on the other side of my cab. Soon she will set, and you won't see the sun at all"
"Good work. Where are we?"
"We are 30 minutes from where I picked you this morning, sir"
"Good. Good"
Half an hour later, he dropped me at work, near my beat-up car. I gave the cab driver about a month of my salary, for escaping the sun, and felt like a complete fool.
Damn that sun.
It was the worst day in my life, and all cause of it.
I will have to work to pay for this day, for a long time. I can't believe what a sunny day caused me to do.

I left the car there, and decided to walk off the rest of my frustration.
I stopped at a small park, and sat on a bench, with the sun fading behind me.
A sense of victory came over me. I felt though loosing some battles, I have won the war with the sun. Here I am at the end of the day, relaxing in the park, and there she is, fading and disappearing into the night. It felt good.
Two minutes later someone crashed into me, flying with his Rollerblades right on me, and throwing me to the bushes. He tried to explain that he's sorry, and blaa blaa, but I knew…
I lifted my head from the bushes, and there she was…
Damn that sun