Why does it always raaaaaiiin on me?

The Scene: Amsterdam in early June. It is raining very heavily. Large puddles are forming on the cyclepaths, and people take cover in doorways and shops. A girl is cycling on a brown bike with yellow roses and a bicycle bell in the form of a ladybird. She is on her way home from evening class, and she is hungry. Underneath a viaduct she stops and takes out her phone.

Girl: Hi, I would like to order your vegetarian pizza with the asparagus for delivery at half past eight, please. No, that's all. Yes, it's a houseboat, the second door, without a name plate. Yes, I guess the delivery boy does know me by now!

The girl hangs up and keeps cycling. She has a fairly long way to go and the rain seems to be getting worse and worse. Small puddles start forming in her Allstars, and her glasses are of no use anymore. When she gets home, the Girl runs to the letterbox, which contains a big cardboard parcel and a newspaper. Once inside, she peels off her clothes one by one (why did she wear layers today?) and dumps them on the floor. She gets into the shower, savouring each and every hot drop of water. She notices her fingers have become wrinkly from the rain. As she gets out of the shower she hears a knock on the door. She pays the pizza delivery guy, sits down on the sofa and enjoys her food and a slightly trashy novel.

When the food is gone, the Girl opens the cardboard parcel. It contains a graphic novel about Johnny Cash. She sits down again, opens the book and starts reading.

Lights fade out.