So, with torrential downpours and apocalyptic flooding, I feel that the Word of Today should pay tribute to one of our biggest allies during rain like this:
I will pay you 10 buck if you didn't read that and automatically start singing Rihanna in your head. I mean, I don't blame you.. it's just that catchy!
Anyway.I love my umbrella. It does its best to keep me dry, even though on days like this, getting rained on is completely inevitable. In fact, I love all umbrellas. I think that you can tell a lot about a person by the color or design of their umbrella. For instance:
... The Hopeless Romantic...
... The Transparent One...
... Even the Lush.
I love walking down the shiny and slick South Oval on a dreary day and studying the color, size, or design of the different umbrellas. I love the brightness they bring to the sidewalk, especially on such a dreary day such as this.
However, with all of the bright colorfulness cheer added to a cold, wet, and blatantly gross day, one can't help but notice those poor, poor people that inexplicably attempt to bear the rain without a coveted umbrella. I see these people every time it rains. They all have the same, sad and damp face, and I just feel so terrible. Every time I see this, it takes everything I have to keep walking and not give them my own umbrella. It sounds so ridiculously lame, but I wish i could carry an excess of umbrellas around campus with me, and just give them away.
I wonder how many crazy looks I would get from people.
Would they take them?
Would they scream at me to get away from them?
Would i be 'that girl'?
Well, readers? If you were umbrella-less on campus, would you take one from me?