We got a foot of snow in the past 24 hours. And we’re supposed to get another couple inches today. That’s awesome.
And apparently our landlord came around to shovel the stairs and my walkway, but didn’t even attempt to tackle the parking lot. (He’s usually really good about getting everything plowed right away.) Some brave soul decided he really needed to drive somewhere this morning, and spent 15 minutes just trying to get out of the parking lot. To do that he had do drive back and forth, back and forth, and periodically stop to dig himself out when he got stuck. Right now there’s a mass shoveling operation going on by the tenants in our building who are trying to get their cars unstuck. Ooh, now they’re trying to push one guy out. It’s fun being able to watch this from behind the glass windows of my warm apartment, knowing that I don’t have to do that… Yet another reason to not own a car at this point in my life. That’s what husbands are for.