It’s 3 :03pm. We’ve got 5 hours to make it from Sudbury to Toronto. The roads are terrible, and by terrible, I don’t mean the kind of conditions that would make our red, white, and blue neighbours close their schools because of a lethal two centimeters of snow. Oh, no.
We’re talking snowstorm. We’re talking whiteout. We’re talking wind and rain; freezing rain. We’re one mishap away from an accident, and to be honest, judging by the track record of the one behind the wheel, our lives are not in the greatest of hands.
We’re tired. We’re nervous. We’re scared shitless. So why are we putting ourselves through this? We are we driving on? We’re driving on for fear far greater than any danger-induced dread.
We’re driving on for fear of missing the concert. The Barenaked Ladies concert.
No comments:
Post a Comment