Sunday, February 12, 2006

IF YOU'RE relatively young and able-bodied and it wasn't The Blizzard of '96, the hardest part about shoveling snow is finding your shovel and making the commitment to get bundled up and go outside.

Once you're there, why in the world wouldn't you shovel the sidewalk in front of your immediate neighbors as well as your own house, if not the whole damn block?

I know, I know, it's hardly an obvious mandate, and I'm not usually Mr. Bake Cakes for the Elderly, but this is one of those issues on which my essential disdain for humanity dovetails with a very George Costanza-Larry David sense of micro-etiquette.

And I just shoveled the whole damn block. So there.

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