Seriously. Aside from being sick with potential mono-ness, everyone seems to be going a little nutty now that snow has arrived. It's more than just a white Christmas kind of crazy that I've experienced since yesterday's initial snow fall/sheer torrent.
Number 1:
I get to my weekly Psych Warden appointment to discover (as per usual) that there are no vacant spots. Out of the corner of my eye I see a woman cleaning the snow off her car RIGHT IN FRONT of Mara's building. Now, as you are all probably aware, this NEVER happens. What are the odds that in the middle of a snow storm the spot DIRECTLY in front of the building you are going to opens up? Right. My point exactly, NEVVVVERRR! Anyways, I pull a u-ey and wait patiently for her to finish making her car absolutely, positively snowless. I mean really, all seven minutes of snow-cleaning later she gets into her car. I wait patiently... the lights turn on, the ignition and engine have been started, yet... she wont fricken move. Five minutes go by and there's no movement in the car. I wonder if the crazy snowless lady is waiting for the snow to pile back up on her car or if she's unconscious so I inch up next to her. Lo and behold she is sitting there, STARING ahead. I honk, she looks up and tells me she is IN FACT moving. I reverse and resume my patient waiting, realizing that despite being FIFTEEN MINUTES ahead of schedule, I need to be upstairs in approximately 3 minutes. A few seconds later she moves her car, I have no trouble parking and have my looney ready for parking payment (shocking I KNOW!) and I notice that AS I get to the meter it starts flashing. Clearly she had been waiting for every second on the meter that she paid for to run dry. I mean REALLY?! WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT?! Those 15 minutes of my life were a whole damn quarter, which I would have been willing to give her if she had told me! How fucking cheap can you be?
Number 2:
I had to go to Webster library downtown (for those of you who don't know the address-I didn't, its 1400 de maisonneuve). So after my sesh with the Warden, I "unpark" from my beautiful spot, leaving a whole SIX minutes on the meter that I did not ask anyone for a refund for nor did I wait for the minutes to slowly trickle down.... and I proceeded East on Sherbrooke. Now, this doesnt seem particularly eventful or exciting but let me tell you was I pissed to discover that the second a fucking snowflake lands on a windshield of a car, the entire fucking population of Montreal seemingly forgets how to put the metal to the pedal. I mean really, people were DELIBERATELY driving like buffoons! 2 guys literally caused traffic (it seemed to be on purpose; although one was an old black fellow and the other a young-ish chinaman, no obvious relation) by driving 15 fricken kilometers an hour WITH THEIR HAZARDS ON (to REEEAAALLLLLYYY irritate me). It took me literally, 10 minutes to find the book I needed and a whole HOUR AND 35 MINUTES to get from Victoria/Sherbrooke to Bishop/De Maisonneuve and back to Cote St Jew. How fucking ridiculous is that? I have exams PEOPLE! NO time to waste on your moronic driving abilities (or lack thereof).
Number 3:
Lack of studying aside, I was far from anxious to write my Social Psych exam this morning; however, I resolved that I was not going to be hindered by the multitude of moronic drivers on the road and begged my parents to ensure I was awake a whole extra half hour early. Luckily for my insistance because I woke up to discover that my car was a block of ice, LITERALLY. Thankfully my parents had installed an automatic starter last year and I figured that since I wasnt leaving for a whole HOUR that if I kept the car running, by 8:30 (it was then 7:30) I'd be on the road with no problems. Well... I was wrong. The world conspired against me this morning! At 8:15 my father drives my sister to school and he decided that he would turn up the defroster/heat in the car for the last 15 minutes... well that was all sweet and all except that my car was literally SOLIDLY frozen SHUT. He called to tell me that instead of driving straight to work post-brat drop off... he'd return home to help me CARVE the car out. So naturally, my father's quite the little jokester like yours truly, and I assumed he was kidding. I got dressed without eating breakfast (an exam day necessity) and went outside to inspect the situation. It's now 8:22 and I have every intention of leaving at 8:30 only to discover he no keeding. I literally cant even get my chisel out of the trunk because it's SOLID ice. I grab a hockey stick and start POUNDING the car out, not worried that I'd break a window considering the four-inch thick ice that's coating my car... I finally get my trunk lose and get the chisel. After what seems like forever, my father returns and together me and my 220-pound father HAMMER, CARVE and CHISEL a beautiful Jeep out of a block of ice. So heads up if you need a decorative piece at your next Simchah, the Shapiro gang are artists! (P.S. got to my exam on time, however pant bottoms were wet and very uncomfortable during the exam. boo.)
Number 4:
Randi fucking got her license yesterday somehow in this weather. Must. Share. Car. FUCK... although, I havent shared yet :) and have no intention of EVER sharing muahahah!
I'm angry at the world, mostly at the snow and at the freezing cold. Deal with it!
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