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?
Tags: New_York, Personal_Life.
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