As a long time NYC resident I have seen this blight upon the city streets after a storm many times. First comes a few raindrops, then the torrential rains, accompanied by the gusty winds, and then the real fun begins!
Say goodbye to your umbrella! Ella ella, ay ay ay!
As sung by Rihanna –
The other night was no exception. We were bombarded by heavy rain and winds that could knock you off your feet. A lot of it happended after midnight, as I was told, but I slept through it and did not even know it was happening. I guess my snoring drowned it out. The next morning as I walked to my subway stop it was still lightly raining and a bit windy. Remnants of the previous night’s rains could be seen scattered about the city streets and in garbage cans. Sad crumpled piles reminding us that no umbrella is spared by an angry Mother Nature.
The tattered remains of these sad tortured souls could be seen all across the landscape of the NYC streets the other day. The stores and stands selling umbrellas must love this kind of weather. Cha – ching!
Oh look, a tattered Mets umbrella among the ruins in this garbage can. It is kind of appropriate! 😉
When we are faced with weather such as this no umbrella is spared, no matter how well made, cheap, or expensive it is. It’s such a pain in the ass though when you are trying to get somewhere in the rain and the wind flips your umbrella inside out, or just totally rips it a new bung-hole! There goes another one thrown in the trash.
I just want to know – where the heck do these guys magically appear from as soon as the first speck of rain hits the ground?