I remember my dad completely digging his car out from a huge pile of snow and also completely digging out the driveway. Just as he finished the job, a city snow plow came down the street and shoved a bunch of snow into the driveway he had just shoveled. Dad was not a gentle soul. He was really ticked off and he made sure everybody knew it. I'm guessing he used some words that would have made a sailor blush. He wasn't timid when it came to his language. Well, dad did the only thing he could do at that point. He dug the car and the driveway out AGAIN. Just as he was finishing the job for the second time, the same snow plow was coming down the street to make a second pass at clearing the street. Dad was NOT about to move that mountain of snow a third time. He ran out into the street shaking his shovel at the snow plow driver. He used some very colorful and creative language to tell the snow plow driver that he would not be shoving snow into the cleared driveway again. Whatever dad said must have worked. The driver lifted the blade on the plow until he passed by. If you knew my dad, you probably have no problem picturing this story. If you never met him, suffice it to say his words to the snow plow driver would not be appropriate for this family friendly blog. I sure do miss my dad.
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