Long ago I read a very amusing article about a fellow who had moved to Minnesota. He began a long ranging feud with the man who drove the snow plough, No matter how hard he tried he could not stop him from piling up a huge berm across his drive. Now I live in a ski resort, and we do have storms through, and they leave snow behind them, and the drive has to be cleared. And we have drivers of snow ploughs, who seem to delight in leaving a huge berm across the driveway, usually just after we've cleared it. He is known in the family as "That Bastard!" Believe me there is nothing more irksome than having to dig out a three feet pile of ice, snow and other debris that these snow ploughs can leave behind them.
We had a storm come through over the weekend and it left about five or six inches on the ground, I brought out my newly serviced snow plough and cleared the driveway - just as That Bastard came around the corner with his huge machine. I went to the edge of the drive to make some sort of protest, not that it's ever worked before. But as he reached me, he pulled a lever and a big metal guard came down to protect the opening of the drive from the plough; he lifted it up again as he went along and I almost became misty eyed. Ain't technology wonderful!
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