Could someone please explain to me why Torontonians are so terrified by a bit of rain?

With all their running across roads like lunatics, in front of traffic, crammed into shelters like sardines and when a streetcar approaches they open their brollies to protect themselves from the water for the short hop, skip and jump to the car, and their standing under the tiniest ledge hundreds of yards away whilst covering their heads with shopping bags, soggy newspapers, lettuces (seriously, I saw it happen) or any other random item they happen to be holding at the time the sky opens. Then they wait until the very last minute so there’s no queue to embark and leg it towards the door with a look of sheer horror in their eyes.

Is it because they’re used to rain being in semi-frozen form? Whatever it is I wish they’d stop being such pansies, it’s embarrassing.

This is what I do with my hair when CST’s shaving it for me.