Today is a miserable day in DC. It’s mid-April (on the dot) and I think today is going to max out at about 45 degrees. Ugh. I don’t pretend to be a weather-person and will not discuss the rain/weather outside of my elevator rides and/or awkward co-worker interactions.
Instead I find it fascinating to watch the personality of umbrella weilders out on the street. What is it about carrying a long piece of metal and wood with 8 to 10 needle hooks that makes people really show their inner persona’s? Here are some of my faves:
The Dick – He thinks his ‘brolly is an SUV in a world of smart cars and plows through cross-walk crowds. I don’t like that guy.
The Forgetful Husband – “Honey, where’s my umbrella? I looked in there all I can see are yours.” This guy hates himself right now. Dark suit, wet shoes, briefcase and a clear plastic umbrella with bright yellow polk-a-dots.
Mary Poppins – Small woman, ENORMOUS golf umbrella. Why do you need the whole sidewalk?!