I’ve been through a million of those really cute, fold-up-real-tiny, hide-it-when-you-don’t-need-it umbrellas. Somehow, they self-destruct. I value a good umbrella because I walk a lot every day, rain or shine (apparently work doesn’t close for rain showers). So when I first saw this year’s anniversary gift at work — a giant, fancy, strong umbrella — I couldn’t wait for my anniversary to come up in November.
When we had torrential downpours a week before my anniversary date and the umbrella I used to get to work did not keep me dry, I begged to get my new umbrella early. I used it that evening on my walk home from the metro, and wouldn’t you know, that fancy umbrella turned inside out and upside down and now it looks like this:
It doesn’t close all the way or open all the way. For the approximately 15 minutes that it worked, it was wonderful. I just don’t understand why I can’t have an umbrella that could survive rain and wind and dancing to a mash-up of “Singing in the Rain” and “Umbrella.”