The plow made its long awaited second pass last night. Now the plowed path is wide enough for two cars to pass ... carefully.
But all that dense, heavy, ice slush had to go somewhere and the plow driver apparently decided that a good place to put it would be directly in front of my mailbox. The pile is more than 4 feet high, extends ten feet into the street, and is frozen solid.
I don't remember ever doing anything to p*ss him off!
Last edited by cromag; 01-27-2016 at 07:49 PM.
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