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March 28, 2005
I had a nice umbrella once. It was one of my most favorite things, as it made little kids and big kids alike smile on the subway. It opened smoothly with the press of a button and closed just as easily. Last I saw the nice umbrella, it was on the floor of a cheap motel in Ithaca, forgotten under the bed after a long, wonderful night of weddin', drinkin', and playin' washers. As punishment for losing the nice umbrella, I swore I would not buy a new one until I was responsible enough not to leave it for dead in upstate New York. I am also lazy and have not made the trip to either Transit Museum store to purchase a replacement.
So, since August I have been toting around Rite Aid umbrellas�the kind that require two hands and a whole lot of fumbling to get them open, that open only half way and then collapse on your head as soon as the rain hits them or resembles a half-stepped on spider whose legs are dangling by their last neuron. As a result, I get wet every time it rains. I try to compensate by wearing a rain jacket and a hood, but the fact of the matter is that rain blows in the wind and inevitably I wind up boarding the subway looking like I lost total bladder control, or went wading in the Gowanus en route to the office.
Why is it so difficult to buy a new, good umbrella? Furthermore, why is it so easy to lose the good ones?
Posted by callalillie at March 28, 2005 8:41 AM | City Life
I can relate. I was just in tokyo, bought the greatest �500 ($5) umbrella, but couldn't bring it home with me 'cause it was too big (too long). sad, sad umbrella.
Posted by: yuko at March 28, 2005 3:07 PM
I lost a friend umbrella once, it�s was old a ragged, rust colored with the ends of it worn and stringy, there was even a small hole on the top; small. But it had character, and everybody always noticed my small rusty Umbrella on days it was needed, " Hey Will! That�s a nice looking Umbrella!!!" I had it for years, It was faithful and reliable; always. Until one day I pulled it out of by bag, my bag i left at work over the weekend and it was broken...Broken in such way were'n Mother Nature didn�t do it under her bellowing breath but more like someone came along and used it for something else... like wedge or a hammer...I was devastated�I have never been the same....
Posted by: William at March 28, 2005 4:48 PM
My tale of a lost umbrella: I left my apartment with a bag of garbage in one hand, my pretty printed umbrella in the other. I walked down the hall to the trash compactor, and what did I throw down the chute? My umbrella. Not the garbage. Gone in a flash of distractedness.
Posted by: beth at March 28, 2005 11:46 PM
Oooh. I did that once, but I believe that it was with a folder for work...one that I literally went after and had to have the super of my old building open up the trash bin for me to look for it.
Posted by: corie at March 29, 2005 12:57 PM
I left my umbrella under a chair in Mayrose. And it was so cute and non-annoyingly flowery, and held up in the wind. *sigh*
Posted by: kelly at July 25, 2005 4:33 PM