Praise for plow guy
I was the recipient of a random act of kindness from a snow plow operator. I have a small driveway where I park my car, right off a fairly major feeder street. Through the last couple of snowfalls, and because of the extreme cold, I was not doing the best job of cleaning this little driveway. I said to myself I would do it better “later.” I knew it was inevitable — the dreaded would happen, I just wasn’t sure when — the snow plows would come down the street and leave huge ridges of snow and ice blocks behind my car. And so it was at 6 a.m. one Monday when my alarm clock went off. I heard the plows loud and clear. I knew they were there. ‘Oh no! Not now, later.’ I am a lousy morning person. Let me get to work, I will come home and shovel the awful mess later. It’s so cold out this morning. I looked out the second-storey window as I was going downstairs and saw the snow plow right behind my car. I was stunned. He had his scoop upside down and was purposely dragging all the snow accumulation from behind my car and taking it away. Unreal. Thank you.