The second one drop floats down from an ominous cloud above Gotham City, the sound of hundreds of almost bat-wing “swooshes” immediately turns the streets from a cattle run to a cattle run with hundreds of little pokey hazards attached to them.
I’m talking about New Yorkers and rain (notice that the ground is dry):
Now, I come from the Pacific Northwest and, by golly, we know our rain. We grow up in raincoats and hoodies and when an umbrella is absolutely necessary to avoid drowning, we at least have “Umbrella Etiquette.”
New Yorkers, however, think that rain will melt their precious over-priced skin, hair, and/or designer clothing, so “UP!” go the umbrellas at the slightest sign of precipitation. This wouldn’t bother me so much if the population of the umbrella-toting heathens were 1/2 of what they were (or if it rained half as much)…or if the people who bore these rain shields knew how to avoid poking people directly in the eye-sockets.
But, unfortunately, those are the facts: SO…if it’s raining in NY, avoid the street at all costs or sharpen your umbrella pokey things to attempt (and most likely dominate) the street battle.
