Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Take Your Sweet Time, Snow Guy

If you see my snow scooping guy, tell him I'm in no hurry.

The one thing I can't afford to do is make him mad.

And nothing makes a snow scooper madder than to ask him when he's going to show up.

They follow their own inner clock, the same way cats find their way home when they're lost.

You'd be mad too if you were expected to scoop out 75 customers the same day.

But that's usually the way it goes with snow. It snows all over town at the same time.

It's not like the garbage service, the east side on one day, the west side the next.

Just because you're paying the snow guy doesn't mean you can say anything.

Because they have plenty of customers and will gladly drop you if you get lippy.

And getting lippy is basically saying anything.

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