There are certainly elegant specimens out there, but your average cheap umbrella will wrestle with you pathetically in public ’til it just gives up and dies, it’s bony body mangled and your pride less than intact. Even in death it makes you feel like you’re the loser. And it won’t happen to you just once.
The prolonged pain of this repetitive struggle will cause you to become slowly and stupidly angry until one day when it starts to rain, you will turn your head to the heavens and start wailing at the sky. No doubt, people will look at you and judge.
And they will probably be one of the following…
- People sitting in a car
- People wearing a hat or a hood
- People who look better with wet hair
- People who say things like, “What’s the problem? It’s only a bit of water”
Now, I’m not afraid of water (I have learned to use it every day to wash on the outside and hydrate on the inside), but I don’t however pour it over my fully-clothed body.
Neither am I one of those people who looks great with wet hair (I am not vain to the point of avoiding a swim but I don’t want to look like I swam into work).
Hats and cars are viable prospects but it’s harder to keep either of those in your bag. So an umbrella is a practical solution to our drizzly dilemma, designed to protect from unpredictable precipitation.
Except it’s not quite as simple as that. The bumbershoot (yes, I know) leads us into a very vicious circle, sullied by Sod himself.
Let’s examine the process.
Maybe you have a bargain brolly but it breaks at its mere exposure to the elements.
So instead you invest in a premium parapluie, which withstands the wind but is lost at its mere exposure to a train (as you may know it is virtually impossible to remember a wet umbrella when leaving the train).
If you don’t take public transport you probably have a car.
And if you have a car then you don’t need an umbrella.
So you’re left, either way in need of buying a new umbrella every second or third time it rains.
Unless of course, for whatever reason, you have a golf umbrella. The king of rain protection, this bad boy will keep you, and half the street dry. Granted, it will never break, but you can’t keep it with you at all times. It’s amazing if you’re one of the people under it, but unfortunately, it can only really be used for golf; using this thing in the city is akin to running down the road with a sword. If it’s up, you take people’s eyes out, and if it’s down, you stab those behind you in the thigh.
So as you can see, I can’t make up my mind. All my umbrellas have deserted me soon after purchase. Yet I keep going back for more. I obviously don’t know what’s good for me. Maybe I should just break it off. Maybe I’d be better off soaked.
Umbrellas: ca depend