I never want to have this particular experience again.
My bus was over two hours late tonight. It broke down just outside Vegreville (about an hour from Vermilion) so the driver had to call another bus for a transfer.
It was not a good night for that to happen, with drifting snow with a -33C windchill. The Vermilion Greyhound office was closed at 9:30, but I was able to seek refuge at the Shell gas station next door. When it closed I huddled against the wall of the Greyhound building, my hot coffee rapidly becoming an ice cappucino in the frigid air. I was wearing my big heavy winter coat, furry hat, gloves, long underwear, thick socks and my new winter boots - yet I still could feel the extreme chill penetrating my body (and soul). When the bus finally came around the corner, the driver was very apologetic (not his fault, though - the bus was junk) and I got to save my ticket for another day. I jumped on and found a seat close to the heat.
