If You Don't Like the Weather, Wait Five Minutes

It's amazing what happens when the weather changes very quickly. I got used to it happening a bit in Ottawa the last few years, but after what has taken place in the last week, and what will be happening in the next week, with the weather, it's enough to make Sybil crazy.
To give you an example of what I mean, is last Saturday, the temperture was 18 degrees, Sunday, 12 degrees, by Tuesday night, it was - 10, Wednesday, -23, Thursday morning, -30. By Saturday, it will be -1, 1 on Sunday, 12 on Monday, -1 on Tuesday. I now know where they got the saying, if you don't like the weather, wait five minutes.
It goes beyond the cold, it's how people change during periods like this as well that got my attention. On a day like today (-30), I walk down to 7th Ave and catch the C-Train for the rest of the way to work. For those of you who aren't familiar with Calgary transit, the train travels across the city, but on 7th Ave, it is free for riders. A very smart idea, that helps in the idea for me to not drive into to work. This morning getting on the train was busier than usual, which I expected with the cold, but the way people acted, pushing, shoving, not paying attention to other people. A man in front of me (all of 6'3), shaped like Weabal hit me in the face with his back pack three times. By the time the fourth was to come around, I let him know of my displeasure. "Do you mind?" I asked. He looked at me as if I had slapped him across the face (the thought crossed my mind). "You've hit me with your bag three times already, could you watch it, please." Instead of a "I'm sorry", or him taking it off his back, he merely gave me a dirty look and turned and started talking to his friend again. I got off at the next stop, where while wearing my headphones, the jerk thought I couldn't hear him. "What a little weasel eh?" he said to his friend. "Better a weasel than a fat, fucking potatoe body," I replied. I don't know what that means, it was something one of my brothers used as an insult many years ago and still sticks in my head. The look of shock, either from what I said, or trying to figure out what I said meant, gave it enough time for the door of the train to shut before he could head out after me. I have to admit, it felt a little warmer after that.
I guess the weather isn't the only thing that changes after five minutes.