Discarded!

​If yesterday taught us anything about San Francisco, it's that we all invest in really crappy umbrellas. I'm no exception. Within five seconds of stepping off the bus, my umbrella, which apparently was crafted from dental floss, newspapers, and tinfoil, was reduced to shreds. My 15-minute bike ride from the Mission to SoMa this morning was like grim tour of a corpse-strewn battlefield.

Flattened!

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A pile up of wiry cadavers was left by the side of the road near the Weekly offices.

Oh, the humanity!

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 RIP, poorly constructed rain accessories.  (Very Important Question: When umbrellas go to heaven, is it sunny, or do they successfully weather a storm in perpetuity?)
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