One nice thing about being stuck in Philadelphia for a bit ? Sharing the elevator with someone in this jacket with this umbrella.
You don't get that on your average day in NYC. Even better was watching him nervously try to close the umbrella, struggling against it's urge to spread its wings. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him how much I admired his spirit but the words never came out. As he got off the elevator the umbrella aggressively popped open and I laughed out loud as the door closed between us. It's not the same seeing a Mets hat and Giants Tee. Who cares ? Love this rain-ready enthusiasm.