Bill Hicks used to tell me that every time I complained about rain. Of course it was more, it’s just fucking water, but it made an impression, so I try not to let it stand in my way.
That said, I can’t say that for the rest of New York that goes bonkers whenever it pours. Take the subway for instance, that’s packed all day, not just at rush hour. Everyone’s damp dripping on one another umbrellas everywhere. No smiles to be had. As far as courtesy goes, that’s at large too, as you’re pushed and squashed like fish in a barrel.
The other thing is, few people dress for the rain. I’m in my Wellies and a Barbour, meaning you drip dry at every given opportunity. No wonder Manhattan is cranky in their wet socks and sneakers they’ll marinate in all day.
But it’s just fucking water. Yeah, yeah, I know, but short of steering a boat down Lex, no one is prepared.
What are you gonna do?