It was a snowy day in Tokyo.
Most people here carry umbrellas when it snows, but my proud Minnesotan roots won’t allow it. I love when the snow hits my eyelashes.
But today’s snow was wet and thick, and 10 minutes after I left the house I was soaked. So I gave in and pulled out my flimsy pocket umbrella.
Two blocks later, a giant ice bomb fell from a nearby building and landed on my umbrella, destroying it.
I cursed the umbrella for its usefulness.
I still feel a little smug in my snow boots. You can’t beat me there, Japan.
Loved seeing snow in Tokyo! Love your wit!