Long Johns, two pairs of socks and my boots, two pairs of gloves, the biggest sweater in my closet, my coat buttoned to my chin, my hat pulled down and a scarf wrapped tightly around my face.
All that is exposed is a little strip so I can (kind of) see where I’m going.
It’s minus 18 and I have to take transit!
I walk to the bus stop, cold, grumpy and tired.
Getting on the bus I ask the driver, as sweetly as I can muster, ”Can I have a transfer.”
“No.” He jokes.
In my head: Listen buddy, its minus freaking 18, I can’t feel my feet and I have a 90 minute commute ahead of me. CAN WE PLEASE not pick today to joke around?
Out loud: I laugh, “Can I please have a transfer?”
I take my seat. Today I get why everyone is quiet. I do not want to talk to anyone, I do not want to be here and after a few blocks… I’m starting to sweat from all the layers I’m wearing.
I hate this.
I get off downtown, go up to the coffee shop at artspace and get my coffee. Wishing any store was open because as grumpy as I am at this moment, it would be nice to spend a little money!
The c-train comes right away. Transit is as easy to take as it has been… but its still cold.
I get off the train, stop inside the Barlow/MaxBell station to re-tie my scarf around my face and begin my 15 minute trek into work.
Door to door – 90 miserable minutes.
1/2 hour later, I’m warm, I’ve re-applied my make up, fixed my toque ruined hair and I admit.
It will be a happy reunion between me and my car tomorrow!