More twists to the Canadian winter

Having, rather optimistically, scheduled my first ever bone density scan for 7.50am, I was rather disheartened to find that the accuracy of the meteorologists remained high and the first 5 or 6 of the expected 15cm had already fallen. This is snow I am talking about, a rather predictible and utterly depressing (in February at least) feature of the Canadian winter. 

I mean, it is frigging endless. 

I improved my mood a lot by taking off my glasses to scrape off the snow and accumulated ice from the windscreen. For safe keeping, I had placed my glasses on the car seat. Naturally, I sat on them when I got back into the car. For a couple of seconds, I sat gazing at a clear (if somewhat blurry) windscreen, wondering whether I had developed a case of rather rapid-onset piles. I hadn't. It was the arm of my glasses sticking into my buttock. It could have been worse. I could have had a very difficult conversation with the nurse at the General Hospital charged with removing them. 
"Nothing goes up there by accident, Mr. Ottawacker." 
"But, but, but..."

I got out quickly and found my glasses had miraculously not disintegrated: the lenses had, however, popped out. I ran in and spent a panic-stricken five minutes looking for an old pair. When I came back out to the car, I had to clear the windscreen again. This I did with my glasses on.

Fortunately everything else went smoothly. Even the traffic was well behaved, with people respecting distances and travelling slowly.