” -13 degrees Fahrenheit
Feels like N/A degrees Fahrenheit.”

5.15pm:
Put on my full winter gear, and walked down the hill. Prays the bus doesn’t arrive early.

5.18pm:
bus 11 arrived right on time! Oh hey, it’s Andrew driving the bus again. Got up, paid my $1.50 and sat down to defrost.

5.30pm:
Arrived at the bus-stop at Ithaca Commons. Met with Elizabeth & Xiaorong and proceeded to spout condensed air like 3 teapots brewing away while waiting for Charlene & Maxie to arrive. Theme song of the moment: “I’m a little teapot, short & stout…”

5.46pm:
“Weh, damn cold. Where the heck are they lah?”
“Yeah man, my fingers are frozen.”
“And wrinkled.”

5.55pm:
“Hey, do you think it’ll be warmer if I stand up here? You know, warm air rises and stuff.”
**proceeds to stand atop the bus stop seats**

5.58pm:
“Hey, um, I think I can’t feel my toes anymore. What about you all?”

6.00pm:
“Eh, try calling her phone again and see.”
“Can you call? I can’t feel my fingers enough to hold the phone.”

6.06pm:
“It says -3 Fahrenheit! I don’t believe it. Feels too cold to be just -3.”
“Think it’s spoilt. Or it can’t show anything lower.”

6.10pm:
“We told them Green St. bus stop right? next to Tioga St.? Don’t tell me they are at the wrong place waiting for us too?”
” … … ”

6.12pm:
“Eh, c’mon, lets think warm happy thoughts.”
**hops around at the bus stop trying to bring feeling back to toes**

6.15pm:
“I’m serious. I can’t feel my toes.”
“Shit, me too. This is bad.”
**spouts condensed air profusely**

6.17pm - 7.40pm:
Gave up waiting and calling. Went for major defrosting session at a restaurant.

7.55pm: Back at bus stop:
“Um, I just realised. This isn’t Green St. bus stop. This is Seneca St.”
“shit.”
” … … … … ”

**speechless, and continue to spout more condensed air**