the very thing that drives you can drive you insane

[matociquala]

Maybe it's just my inner Yankee, but (if there are any Hells) I'm far more inclined to believe that there are hells for people who don't shovel their walks than for homosexuals. Okay, sure, homosexuality banned by various ancient world religions, whatever.

Not shoveling? That's not neighborly.

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[tylik]

Ayup.

[matociquala]

Nice day out.

;-)

[jane_drew_]

They'd fit in very well in one of the lower Dantean levels, where everybody's frozen up to their various body parts (depending on which sin they're being punished for).

[matociquala]

Maybe one that involves being run over by Zambonis?

[batwrangler]

Yes, right next to the hell for people who shovel their drives back into the plowed road thereby creating dangerous ice slicks.

[matociquala]

Oh yeah. And the ones who don't observe the snow ban.

[matociquala]

You don't park on the street when the plows are using it.

[deakat]

One of the Ottawa wonders that made me want to move here was that the city plows the sidewalks. Duuuude!

[matociquala]

Now, that's convenient.

[matociquala]

I believe that's one of your socialist Northern customs.

*of which I highly approve.

[kehrli]

Or from Seattle. We don't shovel here because we're too busy hiding in our houses panicking. Oh god. Snow. SNOW. We might die. (It's not snowing here right now. But it's December. It could snow again ANY MINUTE.)

[matociquala]

Still going to Hell. *g* The only excuse for not shoveling your walk is two broken ankles, and then your neighbors should do it for you.

[kehrli]

I can tell the few people who come from Elsewhere Beyond the Mountains. As I'm struggling through the three-days-snow and ice to the grocery store, wondering if there is any food left or if this really is the last snowpocalypse, and then there's this fifty foot stretch of clear pavement.

I always wonder about them, about the ex-East coasters, the ex-midwesterners in this sea of Washingtonians and ex-Californians, if they do this every winter, or if they eventually succumb to the general air of hopelessness that is Seattle under snow and stop.

[matociquala]

It's bred to the bone, really.