Losing Control of Winter
Mr. Winter was taking a leisurely walk one cold winter day. It seemed he was the only one outside enjoying the weather,
“Mr. Winter,” said one of his neighbours, Mrs. Johnson, from her front porch. “It is much too cold today. Can you please be a dear and turn the thermostat up? Oh, and my birthday is on Friday. Can I have a warm winter day for my birthday?”
“Sure Mrs. Johnson,” said Mr. Winter. “I can do that.”
“Oh and Mr. Johnson has surgery on Monday,” said Mrs. Johnson. “A warm winter day would sure help put his mind at ease.”
“Isn’t he just getting a wart removed?” asked Mr. Winter.
“Yes,” said Mrs. Johnson.” But you know how he is.”
Mr. Winter walked over to his girlfriend, Victoria’s house. She was all bundled up in a big warm blanket but she was shivering.
“I thought you were going to make today a nice warm day,” said Victoria.
“And I thought you wanted tomorrow to be warm,” said Mr. Winter.
“Oh I do,” said Victoria.
Mr. Winter shook his head. He felt like he was losing control of winter. It used to be that he would go to the thermostat each morning and set the thermostat to whatever temperature he wanted. Now he felt like a pizza order taker, everyone putting their orders in for how they want the weather.
“I am not a pizza order taker,” said Mr. Winter to the next person who asked him to change the weather. “From now on, I decide what the weather will be.”
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