... but nobody’s doing anything about it.” -- Mark Twain
It’s raining here in
Walking through my supermarket I hear people complaining about the crazy drivers out there who “forget how to drive in a little rain” or the maniacs who “insist they can still speed on wet, slippery streets.” Granted, those very same people complain on dry days, too – but there is a new level of aggravation associate with darned rainy day motorists.
It has come to my attention this morning that the best place to catch weather conversation is on the internet. In the olden days, before social media, phones, faxes and email gave folks a chance to make passing weather comments in a brief chat or memo. Facebook, Twitter and texting has busted open the floodgates for extended and repeated dialogue, making everyone and their monkey’s uncle’s second cousin an expert about the precipitation outside (despite the fact that most of them are inside).
Technology has been especially helpful to those reticent about making any type of social contact as a rule – those little “What are you doing?/What’s on your mind? boxes make it really easy to put a blurb out about the weather. Surfing the web I see pages and pages of people’s opinions on whether they love or hate the rain, how it affects their mood, ruins their azaleas or makes their office smell like a wet dog.
There used to be a time where men sat around a feed barrel in the mercantile, playing checkers and talking about the weather. Weather is so much a part of our conversational make-up, why they even named the practice. They called it “shooting the breeze”.
I’m alright with the rain and I actually sort of enjoy hearing all the rumblings about it from those around me. Kin Hubbard, one of