This past Wednesday was a SNO-DAY, but only in the English District. I guess there was a different forecast for the French District? I lost my supply day that had been booked, but I really didn't mind. The snow never started falling until 2:00, by which time all primary and elementary kids in French schools had had time to get home. The English kids had never LEFT home. However, the snow came fast and furious, coupled with very high winds. In less than two hours, everything was a mess. High school students in the French District? They were dismissed at 4:00 pm but the buses weren't allowed to leave. Road conditions had become extremely dangerous. Some students never left school to return home until 7:00 that evening. Such is winter in NB!
So why did I head out as soon as the snow started falling at 2:00 pm? I was booked for a teeth cleaning in mid May, but that appointment fell during the same week that I wanted to accept a four day teaching assignment. So two days earlier I had called my dental office, wanting to be put on the cancellation list. I was told there were over two hundred people on that list. I nevertheless made the request, hoping that in those six weeks before my scheduled appointment, I would be lucky and get called. WELL, someone was looking out for me, or the office secretary liked me, because I was called T=W=O days later, hence the reason I was heading out in a storm. I jumped a HUGE queue here. GOOD KARMA!! When I got to the dental office, I asked who had called me in and promptly went over to give the lady a big hug!!
In spite of the storm's full fury, I was in a real cheerful mood, heading back into town. My dentist had said my teeth were great! Even the sight of twenty or so cars trying to crawl up Tetagouche Hill, slipping and sliding backwards, didn't dampen my mood. I was just so happy I was going in the opposite direction. I made a pit stop for a few groceries, although I couldn't see a thing, there being nothing but blinding whiteouts all over. I was still riding a wave of a gratitude over my GOOD KARMA day.
I was less than a kilometre from home, when I spotted a purple haired young woman, walking almost in the middle of the road. NO hat, NO mitts, NO scarf - obviously not dressed to be walking out in such wicked weather. I couldn't just leave her there. THAT would have been BAD KARMA. She happily hopped in when I stopped to offer her a lift. She lived about a kilometre back. I had to turn around, and since driving was becoming increasingly treacherous, I immediately thought, "OMG, what if I get stuck in some driveway? I don't have CAA. Hell, I don't even have a shovel in my trunk!" Thankfully, I didn't get stuck.
We had a very lively conversation on the way. She was from the Chi originally, and you know how salty their language can be. You know the seven dirty words you can't say on television, (mostly four letter expletives) per George Carlin? Or that you couldn't, back when? I am sure my passenger hit a good six out of those seven forebidden words. Her last words as she got out of the car? "I am sick of this "CO$%SU$%?*# weather!"
I smiled, and continued to smile, as I backed out of her driveway WITHOUT getting stuck. She had only expressed what I was thinking in my head!
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