Lunch is only a half mile from Penn Station. It's a light drizzle. The traffic's bad. You'll walk. The drizzle becomes rain. But you're half-way. Who hails a cab for five blocks? You keep walking. You arrive drenched. Is there a phrase that captures this universal experience?
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Susan, didn’t the Beatles sing that song?
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Everybody talks about the weather, but no one does anything about it. --Mark Twain
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