The other day I came home with the kids from school only to find that the plow had been by, and there was a huge dumping of hard, icy crap filling in the end of the driveway. I managed to ram the van through the mess and since we had a skating playdate with friends down the street, I resigned myself to digging through the mess when we got home.
About two hours later we came home, and HOLY COW, someone had cleared out the end of our driveway. And not just ours – every one on the street. We’re talking about 100 houses. Judging by the tire tracks, it was one of those little snowplows that clears the sidewalks.
(People in places like Florida and Seattle and Toronto just had their MINDS BLOWN by the fact that here in Ottawa, there is so much snow that we actually have wee little baby snowplows devoted to just clearing the sidewalks and pathways. We are SERIOUS about snow removal here.)
There’s no sidewalk on either side of our residential crescent but I did see a sidewalk clearer working on the main street next to ours when we went off to go skating. So I’m thinking he, what, took extra time at the end of his day to come around our street and clean out the end of everyone’s driveway?
NICEST. GUY. EVER.
So since I have no way of finding this man and offering him my thanks, a generous cut of my investment portfolio, and possibly one of my children, I thought I’d just blog about it and say hey, dude, someone out here noticed, someone appreciated, and someone thinks you’re a stand-up kind of guy.