This blog post comes to you from the Department of Snow-Related Complaints. Be forewarned that much whining and gnashing of teeth will follow.
Having grown up in San Francisco, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to snow. I do like the way it looks when I’m inside and I don’t have to go anywhere, but I am not a fan of driving in the stuff. My cute little Honda Fit doesn’t have four-wheel drive, and it’s not especially heavy, so it doesn’t do well in slippery, icy conditions.
When it snows, the street that I live on is usually the one of the last in my township to be plowed, and my next-door neighbor has a tendency to park his van on the street even though there is an ordinance requiring all cars to be moved out of the street when there is a snowstorm. As a result, when the plow finally makes it to our street, they have to plow around my stupid neighbor’s van, and the portion of the street in front of our driveway doesn’t get cleared.
This morning, before it began to snow, I took a picture of our neighbor’s van to see if it would be in the same place tonight.
When I got home tonight, I found that not only was the next-door neighbor still parked illegally…
…but the neighbors on the other side of the house were just as inconsiderate.