Umbrella Complex

Some days it is very clear that it is raining. Some days it is not. Today was one of those kind-of-misty-kind-of-not-raining-days. Except, it was. I opened my umbrella, but noticed no one else was using one. But I was getting wet!

I wasn't about to sacrifice my carefully applied makeup and dried hair, so I accepted the strange looks and tried to return my own strange looks.

As my walk continued, I finally started to see a couple of other people with similarly confused looks on their faces. They, too, were carrying umbrellas, but every few steps would step aside from its protection to make sure it really was raining. It was.