What happens when the weather wrecks your plans

Owen T liked to see that things were always in their proper place. There was most certainly a proper place for everything, even things that did not initially appear tangible enough to manifest themselves in a concrete physical location. Whilst he walked through Bristol’s streets (in the St Pauls vicinity) - on a date most likely just before the 18th of January, but just after the 16th - he noted that the communal bins introduced for household waste were not quite evenly spaced and made a mental note of it. Later that day, he placed all the people that passed him in a coherent and logical order, according to the hue of their woolen jumpers. The problem occurred, of course, when it began to rain, and everyone’s laniferous garments, which were tied up to their necks, wept deeply down their bodies, until the pavement was a multicoloured frenzy. Everyone was left standing gray. Then Owen T sighed and began the whole business again. This time he ordered people by height, which he thought was much more sensible.