Yesterday, when the cold was suppose to break, it was -32°C. I had very little food in the house. Was waiting for it to warm up before I went to the grocery store, but that apparently was not going to happen, so I donned my warmest coat and boots and went downtown.
It must be Christmas. The grocery store ran out of two of the ingredients on my list. So I had to go to another store. When in the other store, there was a sign on a few of their shelves and on the fridge door that read "due to conditions beyond our control, we apologize for not having all of our usual products"; i.e. no butter, no cream cheese. I was chatting to the young girl at the check out counter about the high price of food. She said she was from Iqaluit where a bag of grapes cost $18 and a cucumber costs $8. I stopped complaining.
I went back to my car with only one more stop to make and ALL of my doors were frozen shut. I couldn't get into my car. I looked in the window at all the food I purchased at the first grocery store and wondered how long it would last before it was all frozen. I tried and tried my locks and finally was able to unlock the passenger door. I climbed over to the drivers side and just drove home.
When it is below -31°C my car gives up on registering the temperature. It just says "---C" which means "you really should be home in front of the fireplace with a hot chocolate and a good book instead of trying to read the outside temperature from inside this truck".
I did brave one more trip out in the late afternoon (but I didn't lock my car) and whom should I see but Garbage Truck Santa. I guess as he is from the North Pole, -30+ weather will not keep him inside and it doesn't. He was HO HO HO'ing at the foot of Main Street.
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