Sometimes it seems like the Chinese get a sort of deeply fulfilling satisfaction out of delivering bad news to people. The park is closed today. We’re sold out of that. There was an accident up the road, two people got hurt, and traffic will blocked up for hours. Do I detect a glint in the eye, a trace of a smile? Behind the theatrical seriousness, one gets the puzzling sense that speaker’s terseness is really just the result of him biting his lip. What luck, it seems to him, to have been in exactly the right spot at exactly the right time to dash this unsuspecting person’s small hopes?
With this impression in mind, I myself burst out laughing at the weather report on the radio today:
…and temperatures will remain cold for the rest of the week. As for the rain, it will rain until March 20th.
That’s telling us to expect twenty-four days of straight rain. Either this meteorologist has the most advanced forecasting ability in the world, and has foreseen what in fact will be the next Deluge, or he just really enjoys erring on the side of depressing the hell out of all of us.