OK. I have a beef. Alas, there is noone at this moment crouched over my shoulder asking "Where's the beef, slag? Where IS the beef?", but I digress. My beef is this...I KNOW Montrealers aren't used to this much rain, but perhaps someone could start some kind of crash course in umbrella carrying. Along with the woman who nearly put my eye out opening her umbrella this morning, many Montrealers seem to be umbrella-retarded. First, umbrellas are not to be held in front of the face so that you can barrel through crowds like some mediaeval jouster. It's just not nice. Also, Montrealers sans parapluies seem to find it just fine to walk narrow city sidewalks three or four people across à la Wizard of Oz and this becomes that much more bothersome when toting an umbrella. This is not a game of Red Rover, people, I just want to get to work. Preferrably with all my appendages intact.