The temperatures had dipped into danger zone; the snow piled up with wicked mockery. Simply put, the average speed was 5km/hr. Sadly, the average speed on a ‘happy day’ is 60 km/hr on that road. And by ‘happy day’ I don’t mean warm days nor do I mean days with no snow. Indeed, that’d not be Canada...at all. So what am I bitching about if this is Canada?
Listen, buddy, if that’s what you think!
A good day is a day when temperatures are between -10 and -20 and the snow only 10 cm thick. For folks in the tropics, you’d think I’m a crazy fellow for calling such a condition a ‘good day’ condition. Look, here, the temperatures dip down to over -35 and snow piles up to more than 30 cm. So you now know what I’m talking about. That’s about it.
Now, I’d just driven to the clinic to have a check-up with my doctor. Everything went well and the jolly fellow, the doctor I mean, took only 30 seconds to tell me what was wrong and scribbled some prescriptions.
So I walked out of the clinic, to the car and to those roads again. It was a nice drive until I was almost one kilometer from my place. I’d stopped at the T-Junction. Bad idea! Well, it’s a good idea given the fact that that’s what traffic regulations require. The old man winter and his son snow thought otherwise. After the stop just like any good citizen, I tried to turn right but the tires only spun around.
“You gotta be kidding me!” I said and got out of the car.
With no doubt, I was emotionally torn between feeling sorry for myself and being angry at the weather.
“Stupid weather!” I finally blurted it out.
“I’d focus my energies on how to get the car out if I were you!” a voice said from behind.
It was a familiar voice so I slowly turned.
“You gotta be kidding me!” I said.
Standing behind me were the two old men. Yes, the two Garangs! Of all the days they had to show up on that day. They were dressed up like FBI agents in a Hollywood crime drama. Neat, I mean!
“Need some help?” John Garang asked.
“Duh…isn’t that obvious?”
“Some sense of humor, eh?” Dad said.
“What exactly have I done to you two?”
“We didn’t cause the snow nor did we make your car to get stuck in the snow,” John Garang said.
“Let’s suppose I go to my acquaintances and tell them that my dad and John Garang have been visiting me…”
They all laughed. I felt insulted.
“Was that funny?”
“Kuirthiy, this happens to you all the times even when you tell your friends about something you heard from people who’re alive.”
“I don’t understand!”
“Do all your friends take you seriously all the time?” dad asked.