2pm:
Me: We could go to the supermarket and just leave the stuff in the car for a bit.
Pathologist: Better not.
Me: Why? Are you worried about it FREEZING?
(Laugh for up to and including 10 minutes.)
Pathologist: Well, yes.
3pm:
I have walked from the car to the supermarket, which has taken all of one minute.
Me: My hair's crispy. Uh. Weird. Fuck me. Is it frozen?
Pathologist: Yes.
Me: Does that happen a lot?
Pathologist: Yes.
Notes:
1. It is -19
2. The pathologist - for those of you who are not regular readers!!! - is the French-Canadian for whom I moved to Canada.
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12 comments:
-19 is a good start ... ;-)
(My personal favourite is when the insides of your pants freeze)
I'm a bit concerned that frozen hair might break off if you touch it.
frozen nasal hair is the PITS!
dear NWM,
WHEN are you going to tell us HOW you discovered you were a monkey? enquiring minds need to know!
It's actually even cold in Vancouver today: -1ºC and there are even a couple of centimetres of snow on the ground. The radio weatherman is talking about a wind chill temperature of about -15ºC and continuing temperatures below 0 for the rest of the week.
Not quite Eastern Canada weather, true, but pretty bad for the West Coast.
So when does that global WARMING thing start happening here?
I thought it was more frozen underarm hair that was the pits...
Nope, sama's right, it's the nose hair. Nostrils should not crackle.
Also, frozen groceries are not to be sniggered at. From experience, do groceries last, bookstore first. Words to live by.
You had me at frozen.
my hair once froze to my front door.
i do not live in canada, but i live very close to canada.
Happy Christmas NWM and CFP!
Your hair once froze to your front door? Please explain immediately! I am AGOG.
i think i'd rather leave you agog than explain.
your imagination is better than my story, which involves leaving the house with my hair wet when it was -20 F, and standing between the storm door and the front door to lock the front door, and having the storm door rest against me and my hair somehow brushed it and then stuck.
i stood there for a few seconds pondering my choices. and then grabbed my hair and gave a good yank and walked away, free, a few strands still clinging to the glass...
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