Winter Hell: the update
December 5, 2009
Hour two:
Hour twelve:
I was not high on PCP, so I did not attempt to get out of my communal drive way. Laura and Hank picked me up in Hank's man truck. Yes, I was late. And yes, Laura and I were expected to be on time, not because it was reasonable, BUT BECAUSE WE ARE CANADIAN. Yes, the roads were like a fucked up carnival ride-- black out! White out! Black out! White out! All while traveling through snow drifts and snow rutts and snow lakes and snow rivers and possibly a few snow oceans. And of course, our opening key holder was also snowed in (which Laura predicted would happen when she called work to make sure that we were still expected to be there-- seriously, Canada). Have I mentioned that I'd like to body slam snow over a coffee table?
Twelve hours after I took the last photo and twenty-four hours after I had awoken to a wall of snow barricading the passage in and out of this condo complex, the snow removal guys finally showed up. A light shone down from heaven and angels sang and [insert politically incorrect word starting with the letter "R"] kitties pounced amongst the winter sky as miniature wings fluttered upon their backs like My Little Ponies from the Pegasus series.
Every winter the impracticality of my car becomes more and more pronounced. Like maybe, just maybe, driving a Mustang through unpredictable, Western Canadian winters makes me an idiot. And as this harsh reality sinks in, I am officially abandoning my mockery of all trucks and 4X4 vehicles. Even lifted trucks. Yes, you heard me. Ok, I will continue to mock Hummers, but once the Zombie Apocalypse hits, I will stop mocking those, too.
Reader Comments (1)
Ragnarokitty is to blame. His coming hails the beginning of the end!