While travelling recently I stopped at a cafe for a meal. It was full of cyclists, and as they were preapring to leave the heavens opened. Many had waterproof jackets, but one young woman produced a green vinyl poncho from her bag and put it on. She handed her cycling helmet to another member of the group, and after a few words, the other girl pulled up her friend's poncho hood and placed her helmet over it before fastening it under her chin. The girl in the poncho then had to wait for about twenty minutes while everyone else dressed and decided what they were doing, just sitting quietly in a corner.
Does anyone else find the sight of a person being fastened into their rainwear by other people particularly exciting?
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disciplinemack wrote:While travelling recently I stopped at a cafe for a meal. It was full of cyclists, and as they were preapring to leave the heavens opened. Many had waterproof jackets, but one young woman produced a green vinyl poncho from her bag and put it on. She handed her cycling helmet to another member of the group, and after a few words, the other girl pulled up her friend's poncho hood and placed her helmet over it before fastening it under her chin. The girl in the poncho then had to wait for about twenty minutes while everyone else dressed and decided what they were doing, just sitting quietly in a corner.
Does anyone else find the sight of a person being fastened into their rainwear by other people particularly exciting?
The experience in my late teens of being buttoned up into my raincoats by my mother or a "helpful" shop assistant was one that embarrassed me hugely; I was somewhat reluctant to continuing to wear a nylon pakamac at 16 or 17 and needed more than a little persuasion, shall we say.
Now, I'd love to experience this all over again, an assistant producing mac after mac in different styles, lengths and colours, with a strict mother-type character telling me not to be silly, and to keep still while she buttons me up, including the top button. And then being asked to walk around the shop so could assess whether the mac was suitable. Finally, I'd be made to wear it home, despite my protestations I didnt want to!