Shoveling my way to work.

So, this morning, on my way to work, I had to walk down the street. We got 5 inches of snow last night, and the sidewalks haven’t been shoveled, and the plows pushed all the snow onto them.

So, I grabbed the shovel at the office on the way home for lunch and shoveled my way home. I had lunch, and shoveled my way back to work. I cut through 5 snowbanks. The deepest one, up to my elbows.

During lunch, my apartment complex shoveled the sidewalks. They do it with a 4wheeler with a plow. Works great. Except that they don’t plow the sidewalk on my way to work. No biggy, I understand, that they are WAY to busy to shovel the sidewalk that only a few dozen residents use on any given day to get to the bus stop, to Pop’s Pantry, or to work like me. I had just shoveled through the snowbank, and the SOB pushes his snow right into my path I had made. I didn’t make a spot for him to push his snow, I made a spot so I can get to work.