So I bundled myself up to take a quick run to the Post Office to pick up my shipment. I open the front door. I close the front door. I go back in the house and put on a toque. I run to the truck and hop in...
Damn thing won't start. (My boyfriend in his infinite wisdom thought it would be smarter to take my Hummer out to the rig and leave me his POS Dodge. So now I guess I really am stranded in Standard.) Well, screw it, I said to myself. I'm already outside. I'll just walk.
Brilliant. It's -40 outside with the windchill. (To you lurking Americans that's about, oh... MINUS FORTY!) And the snow is knee deep on my driveway.
So I trudged the 5 blocks to the Post Office (I'd say it was uphill both ways, but this isn't a work of fiction). Got there and noticed the idiot TOOK MY MAILKEY with him. ~sigh~ Damn good thing that I had that major debacle last month and the Postmistress now knows me by name and sight. She still neglected to get my signature for the parcel, though.
So then I get to walk home - this time against the wind, and with an armload of mail, because really... why would I have thought to bring a bag?
Now, I'm huddled in my bed... (I'm sure I have frostbite in places I didn't know you could get frostbite) but I'm vaping away on a new eGo-T. (And yes, the 1000mAh is loooooong.)
Geez, we're a hardy folk, eh? (Or maybe just masochistic.)
PS. This thread is having a love affair with parentheses.
Damn thing won't start. (My boyfriend in his infinite wisdom thought it would be smarter to take my Hummer out to the rig and leave me his POS Dodge. So now I guess I really am stranded in Standard.) Well, screw it, I said to myself. I'm already outside. I'll just walk.
Brilliant. It's -40 outside with the windchill. (To you lurking Americans that's about, oh... MINUS FORTY!) And the snow is knee deep on my driveway.
So I trudged the 5 blocks to the Post Office (I'd say it was uphill both ways, but this isn't a work of fiction). Got there and noticed the idiot TOOK MY MAILKEY with him. ~sigh~ Damn good thing that I had that major debacle last month and the Postmistress now knows me by name and sight. She still neglected to get my signature for the parcel, though.
So then I get to walk home - this time against the wind, and with an armload of mail, because really... why would I have thought to bring a bag?
Now, I'm huddled in my bed... (I'm sure I have frostbite in places I didn't know you could get frostbite) but I'm vaping away on a new eGo-T. (And yes, the 1000mAh is loooooong.)
Geez, we're a hardy folk, eh? (Or maybe just masochistic.)
PS. This thread is having a love affair with parentheses.