First''storm''of snow yesterday in Montreal ... It's worth talking about!
I look out the window of my apartment yesterday morning, no snow in sight, no incredible gusts of wind. Time for big coat has not yet come for me! So I put my coat s late fall, a light scarf, half-mitts (those that leave the fingers free to move) and, fortunately, my toque. I go to work, whistling.
As time passes, the more I start to worry. Of light snow is falling, and then be replaced by yet more fine snow and eventually be thrown in all directions by strong gusts of wind. He is 13h, the weather can still change! But no. It continues and gets worse.
As the holidays approach, I usually stay late at the office for more overtime. In this beautiful Monday all white, I decided to work until 19:30. Very bad idea! Buses Serving my workplace are already more scarce in the evening, with snow it will be pathetic. Indeed, this drum, and I do not blame the driver, I really would not like to do their work yesterday! The bus was supposed to go to 7:44 p.m., so I'm heading towards stopping to 7:35 p.m.. First observation: the building entrance, sidewalks and even the streets are not plowed! Listening only to my courage, I attach my little jacket is too cold, I put my pretty hat which exceed my ears and my half-lined mittens not, and I try to direct me to the bus stop. But the wind is attacking me, my hat goes into exile my head and the snow took the opportunity to get into my boots are too short. Courage, just 600 meters away!
When I come to a halt, or miraculously there is a bus shelter, a woman is already waiting. Obviously she found it relevant to me talk about the weather. I listen to a monologue while I pray inwardly for the bus is not too late, as if by force of my thoughts, it would happen. Not a chance, I'll have to rework my mental abilities. I hear an ear lady me talk about his dilemma to choose between the bus 12 and bus 168, which she is so afraid that the extension time of 12 transport. I retorted that, knowingly, I can say that taking the 12 does not change anything. But it does not seem to give much credence to my words. I always listen to talk about the snow on the incompetence of drivers and the fools who have not yet changed their winter tires, while thinking of hot soup that I'm going when I got to concoct home.
After forty minutes, I have too much sensitivity in my toes, my fingers are red and my nose is runny. Miraculously, the bus 12 arrives! I turned to the lady and kindly advised him''If you want to try the 12, it's now or never.'' Without hesitation, she answers''I'm not sure, I think I'll wait for the 168, it should no longer delay eh?''
I shrug my shoulders, between warm the bus and said:''That's right, you still freeze, could f *** ***''.
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