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I love the cold.

Ok, -40 below....Funny Story.

You see I was traveling through the great state of North Dakota on my way to Winnipeg, Canada when it was -40 below. I stopped to get fuel before crossing the border. While standing outside pumping the fuel my nose started to run just a little, do you see where this is going? So, not having a snot rag around I just sniffed really hard so that I could go inside to take of things.......do you see where this is going yet??? Ok, why does nobody tell you that your snot will freeze you nose shut. A little help here would have been nice. I go in side of the store and the lady behind the counter starts to chuckle and says " this happens all of the time, you must not be from around here"? She takes me around back of the counter where she has a pot of boiling water and tells me to stand there until my nose unfrozen....

ya, funny story.

Comments

Travel said…
Reminds me of Home!

Travel
8:27 AM
Anonymous said…
Ah, the wonderful, helpful people of the northern plains, helping out a frozen stranger.

DG
8:30 AM
WickedHamster said…
Lived in central Minnesota for years. Been there, froze that.
7:51 PM
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