My Snow Pile of Shame
Friday night, I sat watching TV, then I heard the rumble and saw the lights. Oh no! The plows had made it to my street and I forgot to move my truck!
I had a good streak going. All of the last two winters and up until now I'd remembered to move my truck off the street to avoid getting locked into a snow pile of shame. A pile of snow in my parking place that lasts until March.
On top of it all, I was the only person on our street that got caught in the glacier debris. So up and down both sides of the streets you can see the homes of responsible homeowners. People that took the five minuets to move their cars into their driveways.
Then you see me. Giant half-circle of snowy rubble marking the time I though I was too busy to start the truck and drive into the drive way. It would have taken less time than a commercial break. I don't even remember what I was watching, so it wasn't that important.
All I had to do was put on my boots and grab the keys. Skip the coat, hat, gloves, even tying the boots. but, no I just couldn't stop doing that thing I was doing.
So, until the spring frees me from the shame, I must continue to be the 'that guy' on my street.
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