He really dislikes getting wet, hogging a borrowed umbrella to himself like that and disregarding the sidewalk rule.
In the age of comfort and convenience the pragmatic rules of the past wither away.
The last vestiges of these rules, clung onto primarily by women either through pseudo-romanticism or pathological fear.
Eventually a new threat appears and society finds itself like the dodo.
Only those who are total Warhammer and history nerds remain, for they remember their purpose and did not succumb to contentment or vice.
Fuelled by the reckless abandon and inspired by crusades fictional and not, they embark on one of their own.
Society is then fixed only for the cycle to repeat itself once again is a couple centuries.
