The Umbrella Paradox

Every day felt like a downpour. The people carried umbrellas, convinced they were essential to stay dry.

George, a regular guy, always followed the umbrella routine. One day, disaster struck—his umbrella was missing.

“Hey, George, you alright?” his colleague asked, glancing up from her paperwork with a raised eyebrow.

“Someone… someone stole my umbrella,” George replied, his voice heavy with impending doom. “I’m going to get soaked, absolutely drenched.”

“Good luck. You might catch a cold without one,” the colleague remarked.

Ready for a soaking, George stepped outside. To his amazement, it wasn’t raining at all.

Puzzled, he watched people around him getting “drenched” under their umbrellas, yet the ground remained dry.

“What in the world…?” George muttered.

He followed a group, noticing how they huddled under umbrellas that weren’t protecting them from getting wet. The absurdity hit George—there was no rain.

Laughing to himself, George skipped through the streets, utterly unbothered as confused umbrella clutchers looked down on him.