Listen up, asshole!

Some of us want to shovel our own sidewalks!

Some of us want the pleasure of carving out a path in freshly fallen pure white snow.

Some of us enjoy being out in the cold and breathing hard in the clean February air.

Some of us like the satisfaction of answering the physical challenge, of looking behind and feeling that sense of accomplishment.

Some of us, yes, like to feel we are making a difference for the neighborhood dog walkers and mail delivery people.

So don’t think just because you have a snow blower that you are god. That you get to blow wherever you please. That your neighbors will fall down in gratitude that you deigned to clear their walks with your gas guzzling machine, its air pollution and noise pollution spoiling the pristine winter moment. 

Maybe you just shouldn’t assume ...

Maybe you should ask first ...

Maybe you should consider that what you think you are giving is actually taking away something irreplaceable. Cuz you can’t put it back once you’ve moved that snow. 

So, well intentioned asshole, unless I am six months pregnant or on my death bed, just leave it. And if I do keel over with a heart attack from shoveling, know that I died doing something I love.