Blame It on the Rain

I like the City Market.

Convenient location, silly signs out front, and prices that aren’t completely offensive.

City Market in Capitol Hill

City Market in Capitol Hill

City Market in Capitol Hill

City Market in Capitol Hill

City Market in Capitol Hill

City Market in Capitol Hill

City Market in Capitol Hill

City Market in Capitol Hill

City Market in Capitol Hill

City Market in Capitol Hill

City Market Milk

City Market Milk

Sure, you can’t get QFC prices here, but you can get a gallon of cow tit jizz for less than the cost of a gallon of gas. What more could you ask for?

And so I went. About an hour ago, I put on some jeans, threw on a shirt, pulled my knit hat tight and strolled up The Hill.

When I hit Boren, I began to notice something very bizarre.

Everywhere I looked, I observed people carrying sticks, and stretched across the top of these sticks was some kind of curved fabric, almost like a dome. People were holding the sticks vertically so that the fabric dome was above their head.

Umbrellas in Seattle

Umbrellas in Seattle

Umbrella in Capitol Hill

Umbrella in Capitol Hill

Umbrella in Capitol Hill

Umbrella in Capitol Hill

Umbrella in Capitol Hill

Umbrella in Capitol Hill

Umbrella in Capitol Hill

Umbrella in Capitol Hill

Umbrella in Capitol Hill

Umbrella in Capitol Hill

Umbrella in Capitol Hill

Umbrella in Capitol Hill

Umbrellas in Capitol Hill

Umbrellas in Capitol Hill

Umbrellas in Capitol Hill

Umbrellas in Capitol Hill

Umbrellas in Capitol Hill

Umbrellas in Capitol Hill

Why were they doing this?

I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure they’re terrorists.

After all, I don’t carry a domed fabric stick, and I’m not a terrorist.

DO THE MATH PEOPLE!

In all seriousness, what the hell?

When did Seattleites start carrying domed fabric sticks en-masse?

If I had to guess, it was probably around the same time they started listening to folk music and overusing the word “amazing”.

I still think it’s tantamount to heresy, though. Back in the day, before men were routinely beaten by their girlfriends for leaving the toilet seat up, domed fabric sticks were a rare sighting on Capitol Hill.

Could it be that modern Seattle hipsters are afraid of meeting the same fate as the Wicked Witch of the West?

I don’t know, but it’s a theory.

After grabbing a few things from City Market, I walked over to Benson’s Grocery on Pike Street where I decided to grab a couple of throwback sodas.

Benson's Grocery at Bellevue and Pike

Benson's Grocery at Bellevue and Pike

As I approached the case, I was greeted with the following sign:

Benson's Grocery - Shoplift Sign

Benson's Grocery - Shoplift Sign

Jesus fellas, a little obnoxious don’t you think?

I mean, don’t you have any customers that aren’t shoplifters? Do you think it might be appropriate to put up a sign for us too? You know, maybe “Thanks for your business!” or something along those lines?

Oh well, much like the rain-tolerance of the average Hill resident, customer service isn’t what it used to be.

3 comments

  1. James /

    What is the sign even supposed to mean? If they catch you, you can pay six bucks for a liter of tonic so they don’t call the cops?

  2. Steve /

    If you ever need one of those fabric domes, just go to the Metro terminal and tell them you left a black one on the bus. They will have plenty and be glad to give you one. This also works for sun glasses if the sun ever shines again in Seattle.

  3. Seattle Rex /

    What is the sign even supposed to mean? If they catch you, you can pay six bucks for a liter of tonic so they don’t call the cops?

    You know, I thought the same thing.

    Their 3:1 punishment odds were such a great risk/reward proposition, part of me thought about boosting a soda.

    Alas, I paid for it like a good customer, but I was mildly put off by the pre-emptive scolding.