Ode to the man in the Diamond District with the plow.
This morning after spending hours shoveling snow at my own house(well my husband shoveled most of it), I headed over to a rental property I own. I needed to do my landlordly duty of shoveling the sidewalk and common areas. I am convinced that my rental has the largest sidewalk area in the city. The house is on a large corner, so the sidewalk goes all around. We also get a lot of snow drifts.
Normally I don’t mind shoveling snow. It gets me and my child outside, but today I had had enough shoveling.
I arrive at my rental to find one of the driveways had been plowed. HUGE amounts of snow are against the garage and blocking access to the sidewalk. My snow shovels are in the garage and it is an emergency exit so it cannot be blocked. I was ready to pull a nutty I saw Mount Everett in front of my garage. I was afraid the garage door had been ruined.
After knocking on a door or two, I find out that the elderly son of the super elderly neighbors has a new plow. He was being nice and had plowed out everyone within a 100 mile radius.