You may, or may not, have heard that we here in Canada are getting a shitload of snow. In fact, we’re about 20 centimetres shy of beating the Most Snow in Recorded History record, or as I like to call it, the Why Do I Live Here Again? record. Last weekend, we got a metre of snow. ONE METRE.
One thing I have to say is that snow removal is pretty efficient here. The city has a pretty effective system and usually I can’t complain about it. Until now.
First, maybe I should explain that there are different kinds of snow removal. When there is a big dump, you have your standard plow that goes around and shoves the snow from the road onto the sidewalk, creating snowbanks that children can slide down. Like this:
When there is ALOT of snow, the snowbanks get so big that two-lane streets turn into one-lane streets. In the downtown core, this creates huge traffic problems so the city removes the snowbanks. They do this with a truck that eats up the snow and dumps it into a dump truck that is beside it. Like this:
Last night, at 1 a.m., there were about three of these dump tuck/plow combos on the main street in front of our house removing the snow. Every time one of these monster machines reverses, they make a very loud BEEP BEEP noise. And so, BF and I were woken up at 1 a.m. by the BEEP BEEP. The plows continued their work until 6 a.m. which means that I didn’t get much sleep. We eventually moved to the spare bedroom on the other side of the house and it was dead quiet, but the bed is a double, and we usually sleep in a queen, and so we were one on top of the other.
On top of being bitchy wonderfully perky today, I have an appointment for my Brazillian at 6:45 p.m. tonight. It’s the only time she had available today but now I have to find something to do between 4:30 p.m. and 6:45 p.m. Urgh.
