So here in Northern Utah, we got our first real snowstorm. First a few inches of nice powdery stuff, followed the next day by a few more inches of wet, heavy stuff. All is well and good until Mr Plow comes by. You see, I live in a cul-de-sac and they don't seem to see a reason to plow the cul-de-sac, the push right on by, filling the entrance to my cul-de-sac with a wall of snow. Makes it absolute hell to get in and out of it! So in trying to get to work I end up stuck in the mound of snow, and get to watch the plow drive by on the next street. Looks like it's time to start calling the city and filing complaints...again. Sheesh, you would think that they would learn after getting calls every year.
Thanks Mr Plow, a plague on your house!