But I shovelled out the!*&$*@@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! spot! It took two hours! It is right in front of my house/apartment! Go shovel your own !*&$*@@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! spot.
Solutions involving shovelling snow back and topping it off with a garden hose come to mind for me. I know from a former co-worker's travails that it is possible for an engine block to freeze to the ground and become effectively immovable for weeks if the conditions are just right.
Beauty of different people being different: different places for different people.
Nah, I still think diversity is a flawed idea.
But not in your garage, since it seems to like trapping its residents.
This is sadly true.
I've long since been a believer, but after waking up with a migraine at 2:00 this morning, and having to drag myself in to work this morning anyway, I think it's fair to say I have been born again.
Me too with the migraine and having to work. Ugh.
I like the lawn chairs, etc rule in Chicago - If I spend an hour digging out a spot, sorry, but it's MINE. It's illegal, but even the mayor warns the citizenry every year not to move the furniture and park there, unless you like having your car rendered useless.
Nah, I still think diversity is a flawed idea.
You would say that. I'm still not doing martial arts or bleaching my hair, no matter what you say!!!!!!!!!
From Colombia, another great way at controlling the bad behavior of the populace:
Another innovative idea was to use mimes to improve both traffic and citizens' behavior. Initially 20 professional mimes shadowed pedestrians who didn't follow crossing rules: A pedestrian running across the road would be tracked by a mime who mocked his every move. Mimes also poked fun at reckless drivers. The program was so popular that another 400 people were trained as mimes.
How many were pushed in front of cars?
Another innovative idea was to use mimes to improve both traffic and citizens' behavior.
Aha. Not mines. But that's a thought.
How about both? And we don't tell the mimes where the mines are. Then the tiptoeing is for real.
Two hours in the waiting room.