Snowmegeddon: What the What?

On Tuesday Joanne came over for a visit, packing Thai and a new BB Ipad -type thingy and we had a wonderful evening and visit. As we were sitting in my newly re-furbished living room, I noticed someone trying to park at the intersection of Rosedale and Woodbine - essentially the end of my driveway. The saga continues - still no sign of a sign!

I went onto my front porch and shouted out, "Sorry lady. You can't park there. You're too close to the intersection." She looks up, "What intersection?" Oh, so many phrases running through my poor brain. "The one that your car is parked in. See the street signs?" I inquire, as politely as I possibly can, while explaining the simple rules regarding how far one must park from an intersection. "Well, but if I back up any further I'll be blocking the road!"

It tends to be at about this point in my conversations with others that I drop the ball. At this point, in my innocence, I think she's actually starting to get it. Yes! I'm thinking, we've come full circle to "You can't park there". Eureka! I have just engaged in effective communication with another human. One of life's little triumphs.

I am almost invariably disappointed however - in conversations in general and this one in particular - because the next thing out of the woman's mouth is generally what I've come to expect of the world, "But this is the house that I am going to" she declares, pointing to my neighbour's abode as if this excuses her from compliance with mere parking by-laws and anything else that's inconvenient at the moment. I persevere. "That's a shame. There may be parking on Sunnyside or Aylmer," I suggest in what I hope is a helpful but no bullshit tone. At this the woman puffs out her considerable bosom and declares, "I live on Glebe Avenue. And on Glebe Avenue they remove the snowbanks!"

And that just does me in! How can one possibly argue with such precise and pointed logic? That explains everything! I retreat inside quickly before I pee my pants laughing on the front porch. CLOR: zip; Bosomy Glebe Avenue: 1.