As I realize my "sawed off shotgun" of a broom is still back at my parents house, I use my Rawlings mitt to clear the snow off my car...
"Don't go out there" says the man operating the garbage truck, while the crane lifts the dumpster into the back.
"Really?" I sheepishly respond.
"Don't go out there, it's not worth it, stay in." He talks not in a blowhard voice stereotypical of a civil servant, but in the Father Knows Best way of advice.
My reply of, "I don't have a choice." gains instant rapport.
"Yeah, me too... The garbage never stops."
It never does my snow bound stranger garbage man. It never does.
