I walked to the post office today in a light rain, and nobody could agree on the umbrella question. I didn’t know about the umbrella question growing up in Tucson, because for one, in Tucson nobody really used umbrellas, and then as far as rain went, it was either raining spectacularly, catastrophically, a deluge to drown the desert and flood the underpasses downtown, or it really, really wasn’t raining, at all.
But on the street today in Brooklyn it was raining lightly, barely spitting, and some people had their umbrellas out and open raised above their heads, but a little sheepishly, because they knew that it wasn’t really raining that hard, and that maybe the whole umbrella thing was just a trifle dramatic, but once you’ve gone to all the trouble of actually opening the thing, now you’re committed, and you just have to go with it.
And the rest of us walked around with our faces getting wet.
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