umbrellas

i don’t know why, but i like using umbrellas.before i left home this morning, i thought i heard some rumbles outside so i grabbed the unused umbrella in our front closet. i was delighted to see the rain coming down hard when i opened the front door. i opened the umbrella and hid myself beneath its covering. i got even more excited as i passed beneath a tree and heard the heavier drops being repelled.

traffic, of course, was a nightmare. i exited the freeway and stopped for gas. as i sat there cursing the price of a $2.80 gallon of gas, i noticed that the rain was letting up. i was disappointed. i would not be able to utilize my umbrella when i got to work. there’s just something about being able to stand outside beneath a torrential downpour … and yet, not be touched because you’re protected. you’re hiding from what nature is trying to do. you’re a rebel, a revolutionary … you’re immune.

(unless of course, the wind blows and destroys your umbrella. then you’re kinda screwed.)