I really love the rain.
Wait… let me rephrase that. I really love the rain when I can stay inside all day, watch bad TV and eat. In case you didn’t know, calories don’t count on rainy days.
On Wednesday, I ventured out into Manhattan to help a friend out with work. It was pouring and of course I didn’t dress accordingly. But I did bring my umbrella. You would think that would be enough, right? Wrong.
I always feel so bad for those people whose umbrellas blow themselves inside out or they snap and break right in the middle of a torrential downpour. On Wednesday, I was that person I usually pity. So while I had to grit my teeth and bear the embarrassment, I thought it would be funny to shed light on the best of the worst umbrella fails. ‘Cause who doesn’t like to make themselves feel better by making fun of other people?
I just wish I had a towel for each of them.