Umbrellas … Where Are They When You Need ‘Em?
Ever notice that umbrellas always seem to be at home or in the car whenever you are neither at home nor in the car and the farookin’ skies open?
Well, it rained torrents when it was time to leave work today. Of course, at the time, my umbrella was nice and dry at home on my front porch.
Obviously, I should have brought it with me, given the unambiguous and ominous weather reports that were on the radio and television last night and this morning. In the future, when mondo thunderstorms are predicted, a good place to put Mr. Umbrella is up my ass, right next to my head, which encases what little brain matter I have when it comes to weather reports and umbrellas.**
**Special thanks to Gail, who loaned me an extra umbrella she keeps at her desk. She said she keeps it in case she forgets hers, but I know better. She knows of my umbrella numbskullery.
This would explain why my perfectly functioning umbrella was in my car, when I left work to walk to it, in a torrential downpour.
Please excuse any typos. My brain is not functioning. It was flooded out.
Comment by Moogie — June 29, 2005 @ 8:11 pm
I think I have every umbrella ever left behind on a NJ Transit train. If it sits all alone on a seat or jammed into the crack between the armrest and the wall, I pick it up and put them in the trunk of my car. I plan to finance my retirement this way — once I have the strength to do all that eBaying. 😉
Comment by Bridget Unnel — June 30, 2005 @ 4:21 pm