It was raining heavily here the last few days and the NPR made off with my only umbrella so I had to nip down to the pharmacy and buy a new one....along with a small bottle of Tequila (to cure my chest cold.)
They had a selection of small black umbrellas for $9.99 and I bought one.
The cheapest umbrella I've ever bought was in China and it lasted a few days before the fabric separated from metal bits and it started turning itself inside out at the slightest breeze.
This new cheap umbrella was particularly insidious because it inspired a certain confidence in its rain keeping-off capabilities and lulled one into a false sense of security.
There is a seasonal ice rink that opens each year in town and I like to get there early so I can have the ice to myself before other people come out.
In an act of true dedication, I made my way through the dripping city to buy a season pass. It was there that I first experienced the unpleasantness of getting rained on whilst standing under an umbrella.
My umbrella was apparently designed to soak water through to its underside and allow the moisture to collect in large drops that then fall on the unsuspecting user.
After a brief skate on the barely-solid ice I decided to head home. I stopped by a corner market on the way home and pondered dumping my useless umbrella for a new one.
Instead, I bought another small bottle of Tequila (for medicinal purposes) and sulked home in a soaked wool sweater.
Lesson leaned: Cheap umbrellas are worthless.
They had a selection of small black umbrellas for $9.99 and I bought one.
The cheapest umbrella I've ever bought was in China and it lasted a few days before the fabric separated from metal bits and it started turning itself inside out at the slightest breeze.
This new cheap umbrella was particularly insidious because it inspired a certain confidence in its rain keeping-off capabilities and lulled one into a false sense of security.
There is a seasonal ice rink that opens each year in town and I like to get there early so I can have the ice to myself before other people come out.
In an act of true dedication, I made my way through the dripping city to buy a season pass. It was there that I first experienced the unpleasantness of getting rained on whilst standing under an umbrella.
My umbrella was apparently designed to soak water through to its underside and allow the moisture to collect in large drops that then fall on the unsuspecting user.
After a brief skate on the barely-solid ice I decided to head home. I stopped by a corner market on the way home and pondered dumping my useless umbrella for a new one.
Instead, I bought another small bottle of Tequila (for medicinal purposes) and sulked home in a soaked wool sweater.
Lesson leaned: Cheap umbrellas are worthless.
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