Only because it's his JOB.
There's a bit of a snowstorm going on right now.
We have a new landlord. Who has decided to hire someone to shovel walks and plow the tiny little parking spaces* we have behind the building. In the past, we've always just shoveled our own cars out, as necessary, and the landlord cleared the walks. It worked well. I miss that.
The new one has decided that the tiny little gravel "parking lot" needs to be plowed, and our car has to be moved for this to happen. During a snow emergency. When street parking is down to half capacity, and the general attitude is "salt early, clear later." So me, with my sinus infection, throws on coat and (thin) gloves and goes down to move my car upon request.
I get outside, and find that the walk is cleared, but not near my car. No, the walk is cleared up to the edge of the snow pile surrounding my car, so I have to trudge through nearly knee-deep snow around to the driver's door.
Then I have to clear the car off. Now, this is a new car for us. Husband totaled the former car in the first storm of the year (fuck icy roads), and so we now have a sturdy Subaru. Which is awesome, except I'm short and can't reach the top of the car. So here I am, in shoes that are entirely inappropriate for the job, trudging through snow while dumping more snow on myself while trying to get the car just clear enough to pull it out and let the plow do its thing.
Where's the plow guy, you ask? INSIDE. WITH HIS SHOVEL. He could have helped me, at least by clearing a path around the car, or offering to let me use his shovel to clear my own path. But no. The moment I appeared, he vanished.
Asshole.
*photo attached for reference. Tiny "parking lot," the walk was cleared up to the edge of the decorative grasses. The entire section around my car was untouched.
There's a bit of a snowstorm going on right now.
We have a new landlord. Who has decided to hire someone to shovel walks and plow the tiny little parking spaces* we have behind the building. In the past, we've always just shoveled our own cars out, as necessary, and the landlord cleared the walks. It worked well. I miss that.
The new one has decided that the tiny little gravel "parking lot" needs to be plowed, and our car has to be moved for this to happen. During a snow emergency. When street parking is down to half capacity, and the general attitude is "salt early, clear later." So me, with my sinus infection, throws on coat and (thin) gloves and goes down to move my car upon request.
I get outside, and find that the walk is cleared, but not near my car. No, the walk is cleared up to the edge of the snow pile surrounding my car, so I have to trudge through nearly knee-deep snow around to the driver's door.
Then I have to clear the car off. Now, this is a new car for us. Husband totaled the former car in the first storm of the year (fuck icy roads), and so we now have a sturdy Subaru. Which is awesome, except I'm short and can't reach the top of the car. So here I am, in shoes that are entirely inappropriate for the job, trudging through snow while dumping more snow on myself while trying to get the car just clear enough to pull it out and let the plow do its thing.
Where's the plow guy, you ask? INSIDE. WITH HIS SHOVEL. He could have helped me, at least by clearing a path around the car, or offering to let me use his shovel to clear my own path. But no. The moment I appeared, he vanished.
Asshole.
*photo attached for reference. Tiny "parking lot," the walk was cleared up to the edge of the decorative grasses. The entire section around my car was untouched.
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