I love that rainy countries have like, this universal love language of
Come, stand under my umbrella, we'll both be okay underneath, I'll keep us dry and we'll get there together, ROMANCE.
(Meanwhile, in the places I've lived in the US umbrellas are generally unpopular/unfashionable so everybody is running around getting soaked or holding bags over their heads. It's the cultural equivalent of those guys in gym shorts walking around in the middle of a snowstorm. Anyway, American romance is offering to share an Uber together)












