Attention New Yorkers

When it’s raining, and you’re walking with your umbrella at eye-level, watch where the fuck you’re going.

Seriously.

You injured me today, I didn’t like it, you didn’t like the name I called you, and it was all totally avoidable.

Oh, and by the way, the rain had stopped, so put your effing umbrella away, ‘kay? 

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