Whew.
On my way home yesterday, I actually almost got nailed by a bucket flying off the third floor of a construction site. So it was, you know, kinda dangerous and stuff.
Traffic was backed up, people were underdressed for the sudden “cold snap”, and me?
I was alternating between being deliriously happy in the cold, clear weather… and wanting to kill my fellow commuters because a) HOW CAN YOU TAKE A BUS EVERY DAY AND STILL NOT KNOW HOW TO HANDLE STANDING OR MOVING DOWN THE AISLE OR LETTING PEOPLE OUT; b) MOVE SO THE OLD MAN CAN SIT DOWN; and c) NO, YOU SHOULDN’T GRAB AT MY iPOD BECAUSE IT LOOKS INTERESTING WITHOUT WARNING ME.
Sigh.
Come on, people.
Then I was in a grocery store lineup for 30 minutes while a new cashier dealt with a man with approximately 1,200 coupons, a thick Russian accent, and a great deal of residual anger from SOMETHING, I don’t even know what.
By the time I was in the home stretch towards my place, I was actually running gleefully through the wind with my groceries, giggling like a fiend to not be on a bus or in a line or in weather-appropriate clothing.
Vancouver, you don’t know how to handle much.
But you sure looked fabulous this morning, all clear and sunrise-y and glowing and cool.
So I guess it’s worth it.
Good post Meg. Your writing style evokes a feeling of whimsy and euphoria kind of like the whirling plastic bag blown by the wind scene from American Beauty. Nice.
In the few months I’ve been in Vancouver(ish), I have come to the exact same conclusion as you in those last three lines. well put.