Cold Days
When I got to work this morning it was freezing outside.
The overnight low was minus 23 and just one or two minutes in the cold made you feel like your fingers would fall off from frostbite. It’s days like this I dread my job. Not for the reporting I have to do but for the frigid temperatures I have to endure for hours.
You can imagine the fear I had walking into the newsroom, thinking I would be sent to the streets downtown or up in the north-west to try and talk to you about the use of tazers by the Calgary Police Service. As I walked up to Radana Suk (my editor) to get my story for the morning I had my head hung low and a dreary look on my face.
After discussing possible locations, I was overjoyed to find that we all agreed I would go to the Talisman Centre for my streeters. At the Talisman Centre I can walk through the front doors and talk to people as they come in for their morning workout. I can take off my jacket and relax, knowing that people will talk to me about whatever subject because it’s nice and warm indoors. Winter is possibly the worst season to do streeters because no one wants to talk to you with the cold.
This is why I hate Jack Frost and am crossing my fingers for a permanent Chinook till July.