Fast Times in Quebec City

Fast Times in Quebec City

By Jason Enlow

I hate having to hurry. A real selling point about moving from Toronto to the land of Champlain and poutine was that I wouldn’t have to rush around as much.  So why do I feel like a harried, high priced lawyer in a Hollywood movie? I’m a married, middle aged, father of three boys. I work at an elementary school and drive a minivan. Unfortunately, as soon as my feet hit the floor in the morning I feel as though my shift at the NY Stock Exchange has just begun and that I’m in for a heavy day of trading.

People sometimes remark that Quebec City is too small for them and that there isn’t enough going on; these people are usually from Montreal. They probably forget what it means to do anything quickly because they have to spend a large portion of their life stuck in traffic.  It’s all very Zen. Here in Quebec City everything is fairly close and accessible within a few minutes by car, bus or bike. This proximity paradox can lull people into a false sense of security and cause them to wait until the last minute, creating an unnecessary sense of urgency.

So I’m standing at the kitchen counter on a Saturday morning chugging down my coffee. I need to get out of the house to get my oldest to his bagpipe lesson for 8:30 a.m. I cram my egg sandwich in my mouth like a goat swallowing jungle python. I vault over the wasteland of outerwear littering the front entrance. I tear out of my hastily assembled temporary winter garage as though I’d just robbed the bank truck sitting outside the St-Hubert heavily laden with mucho dinero following a particularly profitable night of rotisserie chicken sales.

Yes, you read right, bagpipe lessons, but without the bag. He’s a beginner and has to practice on the chanter part of the bagpipe. Yikes! That reminds me, I need to get $7.50 for a new chanter reed. Better pull a reverse move I learned from watching Starsky and Hutch and date myself at the same time. Luckily the only people on the street are Tim Horton’s zombies lurching towards their morning fix. The chances of me hitting anybody conscious are pretty low.

Are you getting the picture? More than the likely it’s similar to the one at your place. Quebec City is a great place with lots to do but that’s no reason to have to break into a cold sweat at -30 Celsius. Next time I plan to leave the house a little earlier so I don’t have to act like a chicken with my head cut off. I want to enjoy getting to where I have to go without having to arrive huffing and puffing as though I had just finished the Quebec City Marathon.  In the immortal words of Ferris Bueller: “Life moves pretty fast. You don’t stop and look around once in a while, you might miss it.”

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About Author

Jason Enlow

Jason Enlow is a Special Education Technician at an English elementary school. He was born in Montreal, Quebec and grew up in Burlington, Ontario. Jason studied Radio and Television at Ryerson University in Toronto. His previous employers include CityTV, CBC, The Weather Network, and Global Television. He’s worked as a DJ, camera operator, musician, teacher, translator and video game content designer. Jason moved to Quebec City in 1997 where he still lives today with his wife and three sons.