I can’t help but smile to myself when someone fails to recognize the significance of a huge puddle of water just on the edge of the road in front of the bus stop. And we are talking about a big murky puddle that may have had its own current. Combine that with the conspicuously vacant part of the crowded bus stop and you really can’t feel sorry for the people who get soaked when a rogue motorcycle or taxi drives a little closer than normal to the curb. I saw it happen to about 8 or 9 people today. Normally I would warn people, but I don’t really speak the language, so I just stand there at the dry leading edge of the puddle and try to keep from looking too amused when it happens.