How cold is that in real degrees
Sir, why are there icicles stuck to your cheeks? Well, that’s because when it gets cold and I cry it freezes on the way down. I’m not really a snowman, in spite of appearances. Winter is here again, and even though the thermometer says it is only -27C I know it’s much colder; the weather channel told me so.
We have a magical thermometer that measures in “wind chill degrees” around here. Forget all you ever learned in physics class, there is something colder than absolute zero. When the wind blows, all bets are off. Multiply, divide, put on a tuque, ’cause baby it’s cold outside.
How cold is that in real degrees? Does it matter. Whiner Winter Camaval is underway again, and on the way to buy coffee I saw three TV satellite trucks, two police cars and Bonhomme on skates. The only one having fun was the guy with the voice from the bottom of your grandmother’s well.
I made my way up to the bus transfer point, passing through the winds of the Place Youville… and inside to the bus shelter with as many other people as could get inside. When you find yourself counting the seconds between two buses (after all, if one leaves three minutes after the other, then counting to “one hundred and eighty helicopters” should keep me inside for the maximum allowable time.
In a few months, this weather will be just a bad memory. No, wait, I’ll have forgotten. One of the interesting side effects of wind chill.
