Due to the recent snow and cold weather, I had to cancel my daily 3 mile walk (on the Promenade in White Rock) yesterday. It's not that I couldn't go because of the weather - it was because I had not cleared the snow from my very long, "L-shaped" driveway from the first snowfall on Friday and it had turned into a mix of ice ruts and snow. And as I drove home from the Cancer Centre, I remembered that I had promised my neighbour Bob, that I would keep his driveway clear during his month-long trip to Vegas. I knew that he was coming home soon, and it would be my luck that he would arrive to a broken promise (good neighbours are hard to come by).
To make a long story (blog) short - it took me quite a long time to do both driveways, and yes, I did run out of gas for the snowblower, and no, I didn't have any gas in the container, and yes, I had to leave the snowblower in the middle of my neighbour's driveway (it's too heavy to push), while I drove to the gas station.
During the short drive to the gas station, I had totally convinced myself that Bob had returned, and was parked on the street wondering why his driveway hadn't been cleared and why I had left my snowblower in his driveway. Was it Dan's idea of a sick joke? And to make matters worse, there was a line-up to get gas. What if Bob tried to start the snowblower while I was out getting gas - he has a heart condition! Now I was blaming myself for causing him a heart attack and was fighting the urge to start blowing my car horn at the cars in the lineup.
Finally, I pulled up to the first open spot and opened the trunk, took the gas can out and went to start the fill process. Now where was my wallet? No wallet! Okay, don't panic, how much money do you have on you? Nada! Just then the sky opened, and another blast of snow and sleet began! Frantically, I searched the glove compartment and console of the car for some loose change, and yes, I found 3 toonies! I quickly ran to the cashier in the store, and prepaid my gas purchase (it's the law here in BC).
I got home, filled the snowblower and finished doing Bob's driveway and put the snowblower back in the garage.
But Daniel, you ask, what the heck did all of this have to do with Long Underwear or a Thong?
Well, I am just getting dressed for my daily walk and was thinking about the last time I wore long underwear. It was at a stock car race in New Hampshire during the 90's. My buddies and I had driven there from Halifax, and the weather had turned very cold. There was a race on both Friday and Saturday nights. I almost froze during the first night's race, so early the next day, we went to the mall and I purchased a pair of long underwear, to wear under my jeans. Getting dressed in the hotel room, I found that the long underwear was too small - by at least 2 sizes - obviously, packaged wrong! I struggled to get them on and finally, as my buddies were screaming at me to get going, I was able to put my jeans on and head out to the car. When I got to the car, I could hardly bend my legs to sit in the seat - so I sort of laid back in the seat, stiff legged, while we drove to the track. In the grandstands, I couldn't stay seated, because of the pain behind my knees. I quickly went to the Men's washroom, took my pants off, then took the long underwear off and carried them out of the stall - and put them in the garbage container - to the shocked faces of the other men.
I am happy to report that my new longjohns fit perfectly, and I am now going to finish with this blog and head out the door.
Have a nice day!
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