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Quote by: The Bacon Guy  Umbrellas.
God, I hate them. They’re just such a clumsy invention, and there are ALWAYS people who can’t handle them in the wind and end up flailing them all over the place. Living in Scotland, there’s barely a week goes by when I don’t get stabbed in the face by some clumsy idiot’s umbrella spokes.
Then of course you get the people who insist on angling the umbrella against the weather, which, with the amount of horizontal rain Scotland gets, means you have pedestrians walking around with sheets of canvas in front of their faces. Yeah, being able to see where you're going is overrated anyway; especially when in a busy street and wielding a huge, pointed implement.
Then to cap it all, you get the men who are insecure with their masculinity and have to carry a HUGE golf umbrella, under which you could fit an entire family, but under which there is only ever one man, since the men who buy them are invariably lonely and single. Newsflash: All umbrellas are for pussies; carrying a bigger one doesn't make you look manly; it just draws attention to the fact that you're afraid of a little water and annoys the hell out of people who believe that the width of a city street should not be taken up by one man and his insecurities.
Man, I never realised how much I HATE umbrellas. |
Fart, I just realized I left my umbrella at the Dr the other day.
Dammit, I spent enough there already.....
OK, I like umbrellas and until you experience rain in your hairspray or makeup running down your face you can't understand.