New York City is awful in the rain. For one, it smells. There is no “fresh scent of rain” – it’s a constant smell of “wet garbage.” Puddles form everywhere including places that defy the laws of physics which turns the walking part of my commute into real life Minesweeper (anyone else play that in computer class circa 1998? I was a boss).
More importantly, WHY DO I NEVER KNOW ABOUT RAIN COMING?! Seriously, maybe I’m inept at reading the weather forecast, but I am constantly unprepared for it. I have no umbrella, ruined shoes, and my clothes are stuck to me by the end of it. Yet, every woman in New York City stays gorgeous.
Normal New York City woman:
It happened again today. I walked outside for lunch and everyone is carrying an umbrella. I, as usual, had no idea it was supposed to rain. So, if I had 100 dollars today, I would buy this. If my umbrella was this adorable, I would 1. Never forget it (because, lets be serious, nothing Dooney & Burke deserves to be in a closet) and 2. Be more NYC woman, less drowned cat.
Unprepared as always.