The Polo Park Canadian Tire parking lot. November 7th, 2008, 7:17 PM.
If you're a Winnipeg denizen, you're well aware that God hit us off with snow in one fell swoop. Not the usual single snowfall, followed by several days of puddles and brown streets. Nah, man...a day of freezing rain/snow and a day of constant snowfall.
I have an unabashed love for several things, and one those things is snow. In fact, I'm rather vocal about it. Winnipeg is far sexier in my eyes when it's covered in it. A night sky over the Exchange District obscured by blowing snow, when mixed with the amber lights of the streets makes my heart soar. I can't explain it. A newly-dusted Wolseley area street in the wee hours of the morning? You can't fuck with that.
Wanna harsh my mellow? Start bitching about the weather. Go ahead, you big whiner. Seriously, how long have you lived in this city? Barring uncharacteristically mild weather, this happens every fucking year. C'mon, buck up, princess. Put on a got-damn scarf or something.
Then, there are the folks that whine about the weather AND threaten to go somewhere warmer. That's funny...you're still here. What's stopping you? What, is it a money thing? I'll help you save cash. We'll start with me slapping that stupid latte outta yer hand and demanding a refund.
Anyway, take that last bit with a grain of salt. You have every God-given right to complain. I, of course, don't have to listen. And I won't.
2 comments:
I think i'm going to die when we come back to Canada for christmas, it's still 30 above everyday in Texas.
You'll be fine, sir. But yeah, I'll bet it'll be a shock to the system.
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