I'm so glad that my years of shoveling the dooryard are over. I sit inside snuggly (and smugly )and watch the neighbors dig out.
Besides watching the neighbors shovel, I also like to pass judgment on the dim-witted souls who absolutely have to go into town to get beer during the ice-storm/blizzard. The following picture just shows a beautiful, overflowing font of bad decision making...
I don't know what I love the most...
- The driver thinking that despite the Statewide State of Emergency and police instruction to stay off the roads, he can surely make it to the gas station and back for beer and Cheetos-no problem!
- Despite the confidence and bravado, he buries his car in the snowbank, not 5 feet from the end of the dooryard he just came out of, at the top of a hill.
- The driver trying to push the car out himself (that's right there's no one in the car, steering or giving it the gas) while his copilot plays in the snow by the passenger's side. From the looks of him, I don't think this particular B-E-E-R-R-U-N is entirely necessary.
- Leaving the door wide open so, if by some Christmas miracle the next car, or in more likelihood-snowplow, coming down the road misses the trunk of the car, he'll take off the door for sure. Score! Then we can go sledding on it!
Free entertainment! Here's a Christmas poser for you? Does the enjoyment of mocking others constitute holiday spirit, mirth and merriment? Probably not huh?
Here's a bonified Christmas riddle. What does a Gingerbread Man put on his bed? A cookie sheet of course!