I got the cup of soda thrown at me the other night, walking up Carrol towards University, at about 11:00 pm. It soaked my legs and my bag, and all the little tidbits in it. I didn't get pissed off this time though, like I did the other night, which surprised me... although it did sadden me a little. It did surprise me to get hit with a cup of soda though, as it always does. Still, I just kept walking and reading and I was dry, pretty much, by the time I got home.