Jake paused after tossing another shovelful of snow to the side of his driveway. Looking around, he couldn’t help shaking his head and cursing himself for not buying a snowplow or a blower.
No, he had to do it the hard way.
Sticking the shovel into the pile, he looked over his handiwork. After an hour’s worth of work, the driveway was clear. All he had to do was…
He turned at the sound of the approaching snowplow. Despite Jake’s shouts, the plow sped up, piling snow over the previously open driveway entrance.
“You rotten, dirty…”
The plow continued on.