When I said I had lost my umbrella. I brought it up because it was absurdly appropriate to the stereotype I was talking about. But I had, in fact, lost one of the two umbrellas that I own. Um, three. Three umbrellas that I own.
But let's be clear. Tom Robbins had it right - mostly - when he talked about Seattleites walking through rain. Mostly we don't worry about it. We might flip the hood up on our Gore-Tex jacket if it's really bad. Umbrellas just aren't a big part of my life. Which is why I could lose an umbrella under the passenger seat in my car and not even know it for maybe a couple of years.
But I found it. Just in case there was a groundswell of concern that I might get wet. A vast internet conspiracy to raise funds to keep my hair dry. An outpouring of... yeah, I know, but I just wanted to let you guys know.
And that reminds me. On that "How Dixie Are You" poll? If you're putting your old stuff out on your lawn, it's a YARD sale. If it's in the garage, it's a GARAGE sale. There was no checkbox for that. Literal-minded-me is somehow 53% Southern, which seems iffy.