The Voice (inside your head, not the show)

It’s funny how sometimes you’ll get a little voice that pops up inside your head.  You can’t describe what it sounds like, but you know it’s there, because you’ll be going about your business and “POP” you feel as if something inside you is relaying some secret information.  If you always listen to The Voice you may end up in a padded room.  But if you rarely listen to The Voice, you might end up like I did this morning.

“Snowmageddon 2014” hit Niagara yesterday, tons of accidents on the roads, bitter cold, howling winds, or as anyone between Manitoba and Alberta calls it, Thursday.  Being proactive, and knowing my girlfriend had to get out this morning for an early appointment to kick start her new career, I got out last night and shoveled and brushed and scraped until I couldn’t feel whether I was doing all those things with the tools I had or my frozen digits.  Soon enough, the path was clear (even over-killed as I cleared a spot in front of the house to move my car into when she left in the morning.)  All seemed well.

You should start your car.”

Out of nowhere, The Voice.  I paused in the driveway for a second, and glanced at my car.  I was parked behind my girlfriend’s car, so it needed to move for her to get out in the morning.  After a second, I started to walk away…

…you should switch the cars around, just in case.

My car has gone through six winters, colder and snowier than what we were going through yesterday.  Let’s say I do switch the cars.  The process would involve me getting in my car, pulling into the street, parking, getting out and moving my girlfriend’s car into the street, parking, getting out, moving my car back into the driveway, getting out, and moving my girlfriend’s car back into the driveway.  If you’re still with me, you’ll understand why I walked into the house and shut the cold darkness behind me.

Again, not the show, The Voice inside your HEAD.

Star wipe to this morning.  As any Canadian will tell you, if you brush or scrape your car off the night before, you’re 114% sure you’ll have to do it again in the morning.  Sure enough, more snow overnight meant a quick shovel, brush and scrape to get everything ready to go.  I figured it’d only take about 10 minutes to get everything ready, so I prepared to head back to slumber land while my girlfriend got ready for her most important day in recent memory.

You should get it ready NOW.

There it was again.  The Voice.  But instead of ignoring it, I got up, figuring if I got things taken care of quickly enough I could maintain a level of half-awake slumber and slide comfortably back into sleepytime when I was finished.  After bundling up I headed out, moved the snow around and turned to go back inside.

Start your car.

Why?  SHUT UP VOICE!!!  She’s not leaving for another 45 minutes!  I’ll start it when it’s time to go!

Start it.  NOW.”

I don’t think I angrily answered the voice out loud, only the dog next door can tell you, but I grudgingly stepped into my icebox on wheels and turned the key in the ignition.

click click click…

…ummmmm…(tries again…)

click.  click click click.  click.



Reenactment of Feeling of Panic

What followed was 20 minutes of panic trying to determine the best course of action.  Do we wait for CAA?  Would they get here in time?  Do we call for a friend of family member to come by and get my girlfriend and I can get her when I get the car fixed?  Do we push my car into the street in neutral and just have her leave in her car and I’ll get to fixing mine when I get to it?  All things seem rational and clear when you’re past the point of panic, but in that adrenaline induced fury haze (known as Furaze,), it’s isn’t quite so easy.

Thankfully my girlfriend’s mother offered to pick her up and get her there, and before that happened CAA showed up and gave the necessary boost to bring my go-cart back to life.  My car charged up and got out of the way, and my girlfriend made it to her appointment on time.  These things are bound to happen, and usually (if not always) at an inconvenient time.  But what if I’d actually listened to The Voice last night?  Would my car have started then and we’d have avoided this mess?  Would it have been dead and we could’ve taken care with time to spare instead of creating a Black-Friday-at-midnight mad panic?  Maybe not.  But it just goes to show, sometimes when you get The Voice in your head, if doing what it says isn’t going to get you into too much trouble, it’s probably best to give it a go.  I mean, it’s in your head, how much harm can it do?

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