As I was leaving my apartment this morning I realized that, because it was raining out, I was going to have to wear my raincoat to work instead of my usual London Fog number. As I opened the closet I announced, "I hate wearing my raincoat."
About an hour later, as I was walking from the BART station to my office, I got crapped on by a bird. The crap landed on my sleeve, and was quickly washed away by the rain, leaving no trace. The crap would not have vanished so quickly if I had not been wearing my raincoat.
Clearly, I owe my raincoat an apology. I'm sorry, raincoat.
I still hate the song "Raincoat" by They Might Be Giants, however.