This morning was one of those mornings where I debated whether it was worthwhile getting out of bed. I made the wrong decision.
Here's a timetable of my morning:
7:10-7:45: Play a game of truancy chicken, getting up at seven-minute intervals to hit the snooze button.
7:47: Out of bed, I fire up the computer to check the weather. It is -35 C, -47 with the windchill.
7:55: Dressed and out the door, headed for the bus stop.
7:58: The bus and I arrive at the stop at the same time. Not the express bus that I usually take, but it will get to the university anyway, so I climb aboard.
8:02: The bus isn't following its typical route. It doesn't take long for me to realize that I've gotten on the 16, which isn't where I want to be. I'd assumed by the number of people on the bus and the clientele (mostly young with backpacks) that it was the 60, a university route. Not wanting to get off right then and there, which would require walking several blocks, I decide to ride a little longer and transfer later.
8:16: Bus stop at Bishop Grandin and Dakota. Of the 10 or so people crammed into the bus shelter, I am the only one who isn't a Chinese UofM student.
8:25: Climb aboard the 75. Next stop, university.
8:45: Arrive at school. Stats class at 8:30, with a slow-moving prof and her broken English, seems pointless enough already. Arriving halfway through, when I'd probably have to sit at the back beside the old guy who smells like pipe smoke is even less appealing. Instead, I head to the library, to kill time for almost 3 hours until my next class.
So that's the kind of day it's been. Apparently it's the coldest day we've had in two years (3 years for me because I spent the winter of '04-'05 in the Netherlands where the mercury didn't dare drop this low), but I can remember weeks of this kind of weather when I was in elementary school, trudging along my flyer route.
I shouldn't really complain, though, because on the coldest day of last winter, in my
former abode (100 years old this year, just like the house I'm currently in) the pipes froze (and burst). This may have had something to do with our energy conservation policy of keeping the thermostat at 14 degrees, but that's water under the bridge.
And, since the post is at least peripherally about
Winnipeg Transit, here are a few complaints I have about an otherwise invaluable service:
- People who don't know what bus they're on (ironic, isn't it!). The 61 University Super Express doesn't stop between the University and Confusion Corner, yet people will request a stop somewhere along Pembina, and will either have to be told by a fellow passenger or the driver that they're stuck on the bus for another 15 minutes.
- Standing etiquette. I stand at least 50% of my trips, but there are still those who either a) don't walk all the way to the back or b) stand in the middle of the exits. On a related note, I'm excited for the launch of the new articulated buses, due this year, on the routes I ride most frequently (60 and 61), though I think some stops will need to be moved so that the greater length doesn't block any intersections.
The high temperature for
tomorrow is -19, which wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't scheduled to work outside for two hours.
I almost rolled over and stayed in bed when I heard the promo for CBC's
"The Current" which today featured a segment about the way the Phoenix Suns and Canadian Steve Nash (
21 assists last night, and for those of you - probably all of you - who aren't basketball fans, that's a lot, considering Nash leads the league averaging just over 11 per game) are changing the game of basketball. [
listen, RealAudio stream]
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