Me without my brolly

So as I was getting ready for work yesterday I looked out the window and noticed a terrible downpour. Now in my life in Saskatoon, I have never owned an umbrella, rather settling for the efficiency of a rain jacket, typically of the GoreTex variety. My MEC jacket I have owned for about 8 years and though I like it, it is starting to wear. Also it is heavy and bulky as GoreTex jackets go (3 ply, don’t you know), so I didn’t bring it with me to Australia. As such, I have no rain jacket to wear here. I had to entirely revamp my attire for the walk: I dressed in my normal trekking clothes, with a softshell jacket and my Tilley hat, with my dress up duds in my bag. The entire walk to work turned out to be a mild drizzle at best and when I got to work I was soaked with sweat rather than rain. I changed and the day was fine, but in a hurry to get back I didn’t change back into my trekking togs. Naturally I got soaked on the way home. Now I don’t know if I should bite the bullet and buy an umbrella or if I should buy a new rain slicker. I don’t know the first thing about them: in my memory cheap ones end up looking like a newborn giraffe fairly quickly, and expensive ones can get pretty darn expensive. As such I am in an umbrella dilemma. If only there was some popular song that I could reference to bring this point home. Alas. Luckily my boss walked by and asked if I owned a brolly. Only by context could I figure out that one. I am now the proud user of a loaner “shelta” brand brolly.