I have no major problems with winter. I’m Canadian, and we are bred to a life that includes the frost and the cold. Frost is in our blood. I also don’t have a problem with all the Game of Thrones references to the coming of winter and the ambulatory habits of White Walkers. To be honest, it’s a bit of fun, and I have made quite a few references in this vein myself. Nor do I mind, the seasonal attention deficit disorder that affect most urban folks, at the slightest dusting of snow on the roads, display with their inability to remember how to drive. These things are part of the season, like sappy holiday music, colourful lights, and shovelling snow.
What bothers me most about this season, what absolutely infuriates me to the point of Hulk-like rage, it the failure of the auto-mobile industry to adequately design automatic windows to handle the sub zero frost of the early morning. I mean seriously, can we even have a civilization here? The last thing I want to deal with on a morning so cold that even Yeti from the Himalayas would be whining to turn the furnace up a few degrees, is having to fight with my automatic window controls in a drive-thru trying to get a hot coffee.
Winter and I are generally friendly, but when old Jack Frost comes between me and coffee, I draw the line. There are some things, up with which, I shall not put! A Window inoperative prevents ordering and receiving the life restoring coffee of the early morning. The lane was too narrow to merely open the door a crack either. Cars to the rear of me prevented a honourable retreat from whence I had come. The only thing left to do was to summon the courage to keep buggering on until through the drive-thru,I could find a parking spot and go inside the cafe to order. I good naturedly suffered the giggles of the baristas, retrieved the steaming waters of life and returned once more to the car that had betrayed me.
Just watch yourself winter…