Two Hours, Cold Wet Feet, and 15 Bucks/Hour

I’m cold, wet, and tired. Two hours on the handle of a snow shovel is not my idea of fun. The dig, traipse across the street, dump, repeat ritual behind the aught-one Saturn, combined with some Midwest-learned knowledge of “rocking” a car broke it free, and I was able to head around the corner for beers and smokes`supplies. MLB tidied up my parking spot while I was out.

My back has survived fine, my arm is sore, and I was not-too-eagerly contemplating the prospect of another two hours to extricate MLB’s car Galumping through knee-deep snow means cold, wet feet, which are more bothersome to me than any physical aches and pains.

On my arrival back from the store, MLB informed me that an enterprising neighbor had ventured out to a local temp employment agency 7-11 and had engaged the services of a couple of workers, who for the entirely reasonable sum of $15/hour (cash preferred), will slick out the remainder of our snow, scoop out a path to the neighbor’s front door, and clean out the neighbor’s vacant parking spot before they return tomorrow. What a bargain! Several other neighbors have engaged the services of these gentlemen, and are now presumably comfortably warm and in front of the teevee.

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