There are times I'm glad I live in a school dormitory because the school takes care of the shoveling, sweeping and plowing of our steps, sidewalk and driveway. Then there are times I wish they weren't quite so overzealous or careless during their plowing duties.
When the town decided to redo the curbs of our street last summer, they made the grass between the sidewalk and street slope at a roughly 45-degree angle, so that nothing could be placed on it without it tumbling down into the street. Why, you ask? I have no idea. Nobody does. It's like they wanted a ski slope for the earthworms. Also, they uprooted the "2-hour daytime parking" sign, threw it into our hedges, and never replaced it, yet they still write tickets despite the obvious lack of signage.
At any rate...the wife went outside this morning to discover that Mr. Plow had knocked over the HUGE recycling bin I had carefully (but precariously) perched on said strip of snow-covered grass - assiduously located to permit the plowing of both sidewalk and street without obstruction. Thanks, Mr. Plow!
I would say without hesitation that in the list of things I like to be doing when it's 8 degrees out, picking up an entire recycling bin worth of used plastic, glass and styrofoam off of a snowy (i.e. UNPLOWED) street has to rank somewhere around 987234698172346123452345th, if not considerably lower.
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