Crawl Across the Ocean

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Metal Prongs Might Poke Out My Eyes, But Water Will Never Hurt Me

It's ark-building season again in Vancouver. Eventually the lack of light will probably start to get me down, but for now the rain doesn't bother me as much as the umbrellas. It doesn't help that Vancouver is a city of crowded sidewalks filled with short people whose umbrellas are always waving about at (my) eye level.

I've never been a huge fan of water. I'm a lousy swimmer, I was never keen on baths or showers as a kid, and I can certainly appreciate that a cold rain is not the most pleasant thing in the world. Having said all that, I still find the idea that I should carry around my own personal shield to protect me from falling water to be a tad excessive. My favourite is the people who can't take in their umbrella until they have poked their head inside the bus and who start opening their umbrellas on the steps of the bus as they are getting off. They can't wait one extra step?

Who knows, perhaps Vancouver has seen a lot of immigration from the land of Oz and the city is filled with wicked witches who just got tired of the long winters or the dangerous job market back there, and this umbrella obsession is actually a necessary life saving measure, but it's still annoying.

5 Comments:

  • The rain we get here rarely justifies an umbrella. But, it aint so everywhere.

    I lived in Oz for a number of years. The first time I saw a real Aussie downpour I was standing under the awning of a hotel with about 50 other people none of whom wanted to venture into what looked like a pretty heavy rain.

    I was supposed to be meeting my wife and was late (again). I decided getting a little wet was better than getting a little yelled at and I dashed across the 4 lanes to her office building's safety. By the time I got across the first two lanes I was drenched through my suit, shirt, and undershirt.

    From that day forward I waited with everyone else for the downpour to abate.

    By Blogger KevinG, at 12:26 PM  

  • witches? nah, ontarians :)

    By Blogger angela, at 2:05 AM  

  • Yeah, I know the kind of rain you're talking about Kevin, but I'm talking about the 6 months of drizzle we get in Vancouver where you could be rained on for hours and still hardly be wet.

    Ainge - I'm glad someone picked up on that, I was going to add a footnote saying something like, clarifying that I was referring to the fictional land of Oz not the mythical province of Oztario, but decided to leave it open.

    By Blogger Declan, at 8:40 AM  

  • Guilty as charged, and yes, I grew up in Ontario. I've learned that I can identify native Vancouverites by their reaction to various types of precipitation. Heavy rainfall? No problem; who needs umbrellas? Forecast calls for half a centimeter of snow? Better stay home today!

    By Blogger Moebius Stripper, at 12:18 AM  

  • Not keen on baths or showers. That explains a few things;)

    By Blogger Zip, at 6:17 AM  

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