I can’t remember how many umbrellas I’ve gone through since I moved to this major Canadian city where streets are surrounded by skyscrapers, condominiums, and apartment buildings.
It seems like when it rains, it blows. I’m not just talking about the wind, but the situation. It sucks for an avid pedestrian like me. I get attacked by rain puddles, stabbed by some stranger’s pointy umbrella edge, and other random hazardous items like patio tables, shrubs and tree branches that are crowding narrow sidewalks, making them even more narrower.
As I hold tightly onto my umbrella, a massive blast of brutal wind tunnel swings my umbrella left and right, then it quickly sneaks under my umbrella.
When I realize I shouldn’t have let it happen, it’s too late.
The way my umbrella powerlessly opens up is really a reflection of my feelings.
I Give Up.
But I’m not the only one who has been suffering with the same problem. Tokyo and other big cities are full of wind tunnel generating sky scrapers.