No Wonder You’re Blue Collar
The idiots who plow snow on the roads of my little town came by earlier this morning. Unfortunately, I was preoccupied, or I’d have had a few choice words for them.
Like… see the driveway? You plow around it, asshole, NOT so that a mound of snow blocks me in!
Or… that yard where you just shoved 12 feet of nearly solid ice? It’s mine. Thank your lucky stars I didn’t have time to bury landmines.
It’s snow plowing, for fuck’s sake, not rocket science and yet it still seems too mentally challenging for you.
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Probably that doob they finished off right before they got to you.
Dude. Apathy. Whatever.
(Around here right now, the snow plow guys are f’n heroes - unless they block my alley access. Then they’re on notice. Heh.)
Good times, good times.
They do the same shit here. I think there are unwritten, passive-aggressive rules for snow removal guys.