But it's refreshing to cool down and its painful to warm up. Imagine walking 30 feet out to your car that has a good chance of not starting, all while you're bundled up. You have the wind to your back as you walk to it, you turn to open your door and BAM the icy wind hits you right in the face with tiny painful pinpricks, your eyes dry immediately and a few seconds later they start to water until you can't see. The watering isn't helping though, just causing more pain. As the snot runs down your face you barely get your car to start. But theres no use trying to drive it for the 15 minutes cause your car wont stop blowing cold air till then, your breaks will still be frozen, you won't be able to turn your wheel even an inch cause its frozen. So you head back inside. The next 30 ft against the wind is more painful than ever. You walk the whole 30ft cause you don't want to slip on your icy driveway that just this morning would've had snow up to your waist, but you painstakenly shoveled it ealier, along with your car that was snowed in. You make it inside. Somehow even with all your extra clothes on, the cold still seemed to creep to all inches of your body and made your dick shrink until you were a woman and with that came the utmost dire need to pee you have ever experienced. Now it's a race to get your layers off.
You start with your gloves which are velcrowed and bungeed as tight as they can go and its just a challenge to get those off with your hand that you can't feel, finally you do, next are your expensive insulated snow boots that are laced all the way up and as tight as you can to keep the snow from getting in them, you take them off and your wet socks to reveal your purple, numb, soaking wet feet, you then dump the snow out of your boots. Next is your coat, snow pant overalls, sweatshirt, pants with a belt, long johns, OH **** ABOUT TO PISS YO SELF. You run up the stairs with your dick out and ready, you had to pull a houdini just to get your penis out of you and out of your skin tight heat gear spandex. But you manage to defy the odds ands get it out. You're almost there, OH **** NOT GOING TO MAKE IT. Run in bathroom guns blazing, piss all the way up the shower door, you manage to lift the toilet lid and finish up. Damn, didn't lift the seat up. Oh well you don't care atm. You're just relieved you made it to the right room. You go to wash your bloody, dry, cracked, freezing, numb hands.
You dispense the soap along with a side of pain as you rub it into your hands. Next you realize you made a huge mistake when you put your hands the under the hot water. The feeling of blood rushing through your restricted and receded veins feels like a tsunami of pain rolling though your hands all the way up to your fingertips. Now that that's done, you have nothing distracting you from the migraine that has painstakenly formed in your front lobe all from that 30 ft, one minute walk to and back from starting your car. Oh well back to the process of getting the layers back on. Yay wet boots, your favorite. All of this excitement has made your nose run even more until its just a waterfall into your mouth, some blood is in it too from your dry airways. Oh yeah, that cold you had and the recovery from bronchitis isnt going so well, so you have a painful coughing fit followed by dry heaves of death. You're ready to go, not really you just want to lay in bed while your electric bed cover is turned all the way up, but you can't you have to go to work. Blizzarding? 60 mph wind? -45F weather? It doesn't matter, your day is still stuck to routine. Youre ready for that dashing walk to your car. You open your garage door and step out and press the keypad to close it.
You here something snap and you see your heavy steal garage door come crashing down to the ground all because it was so cold it broke. You just escaped getting crushed or your head chopped off. Oh what a feeling it is to escape death. But that relieving feeling never comes to you cause your too freezing to feel anything and you just want to escape the icy hell youre in right now. You make it to your car. Damn it, the windows are frosted over now. Now another two minutes of scraping your ice glazed windows seems like an eternity, but you make it. Now you're in your car which is still cold and sounds like a steam engine train. Chichichichichi choo choo. Now onto the road with all the out of state people that can't drive on North Dakota roads in the winter. The only thing is theyre in the ditch. The weather is worse now, so bad you can't see 15 ft in front of you. But you don't care, you still go the speed limit even if its 70 mph. The 15 ft is enough for you to turn your head to the person your passing going 85mph and get the nod of badass approval from other North Dakota drivers as you journey with them through this icy endeavour. You make it to work and theres no parking spaces, oh well whats 150 meters anyways? You're only going against the wind.
You finally make it. This cold hell over yet? No you're extremely irritant and the sound of everyone of your fellow coworkers/schoolmates sniveling and coughing, bitching and wheezing for 8 straight hours. End of work day, start car 15 minutes before going home, make journey to car and still have to scrape your damn windows. Make it home on the road with your brethern. Make it home. Have to shovel again. Go inside and can't sleep cause you ache and you're stiff and the electric pad is making you uncomfortable. Finally some sleep, only 5 damn hours of it. Repeat the same process when you get up.
There's a fine line between people who enjoyed the movies and the fans who love it enough to wear clothing like a map of middle earth!
Now, if you excuse me, I'm going on an adventure.