I used to love when it snowed as a kid, because it meant money. I’d hustle all over my neighborhood to knock on doors and clear away snow.
I wasn’t the only one. Pretty much every other kid was going for the same gig. It was some heavy lifting, for sure, but a great source of cash when I didn’t have any. And somebody had to fund my need for new Atari 2600 games.
Anyhow, in the several winters I’ve lived in my current house, I’ve never had a single knock on the door to ask about shoveling snow.
Over the past day, I ended up spending over five hours across three shifts of snow shoveling. We had about 18″ of snow in the last day, and it looked like all of my neighbors were shoveling it themselves, too.
Turn off your laptops and show some initiative.
Tomorrow, I think I’ll shop for a snow blower.