I do not own an umbrella!
I KNOW!! CRAZY, EH?!
Most of you right now are laughing at me, some are shocked, and some are simply dumbfounded..
The question is: How can I live on the WET west coast, on the fringe of a rain forest no less, and not own an umbrella?
Here’s my thinking:
- I have had bad relationships with umbrellas in the past. I had one beautiful, bright flowery brolly – but it would just not close properly. Right there, always on the bus, always surrounded by my cordial commuting cohorts, who all carefully cloistered their brollies lest they drip on seats etc., right then and there this wretched apparatus would spring open. WHOMPF.
- I have owned cheap-ass, poorly constructed umbrellas that simply don’t do the job. They barely cover me, they don’t stay fully open and I look like I’ve got a poorly constructed plastic mini-tent over my head. Not cool!
So – I have yet to find a great umbrella. So I have given up!
Furthermore, umbrella etiquette seems to be missing on the streets of Vancouver.
Please, people – leave the golf umbrella for the golf course.
Also .. I’m “petite” (read: short) so even with a suitably sized umbrella, some maneuvering is going to be necessary on a crowded Georgia Street sidewalk. Taller people (I beg you) please raise your brolly when approaching us littl’ns. As my Granny would say “eyes can be lost with a careless use of knives and brollies”!
Finally – the real reason that I’ve given up on owning a brolly – have you tried texting, or holding a coffee with a brolly in your same hand? It’s impossible!
So I walk the soggy streets of Vancouver in Gortex.
Forgo the brolly.
It’s actually quite liberating!