About the weather
Here in Melbourne, we have a thing called four seasons in one day. Sunny one moment, overcast the next, pelting down extremely heavy rain, oh, sunny again.
We recognize tourists by
1. Lack of layers
2. Lack of fold up umbrellas
3. Actually paying for tram tickets
Seriously guys, just make a run for it. Live on the edge!
Today, for example, you might mistake me for a tourist. Cold in the morning, warm in the afternoon, oh shit it's humid out isn't it, out of work sure enough, fuck it's raining. Where's the brolly? In the car.
I rule.
:/
The people around me? Crowing under their enviable dry brollies. Er, dry as you can expect anyway, which is to say, the top half of your body because woo, windy rain! Wear boots y'all.
This makes me wonder why it is that people with brollies don't offer to share as you go the pedestrian crossing together. I mean, how creepy can it be? Tap them on the shoulder and inform them or do it stealth like if you want to feign ignorance. (if you choose the second thats probably a little creepy btw.) Nobody wants to be wet right? I sure as heck don't. And as a person who holds the umbrella around umbrella-less people, isn't that the tiniest bit awkward? Unless you're tunnel vision-y and don't even notice of course. Then you're likely to contract delayed awkwardness.
However, it's not like there aren't people who really, really like rain. The last time I got over my "stranger danger! Stranger danger!" mode and also noticed a girl get absolutely soaked next to me, mustered up the courage to ask... She turned me down. And then moved away from me. Ouch, talk about awkward.
No one wins on rainy days.
Queensland flooded again. Some terrifying footage on the media. Dig deep and donate if you can guys.
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