Sunday was an epic day.

I live at the mouth of a canyon that has some of the best snow on earth. Hell, our license plates will confirm that statement.

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On Sunday morning, the canyon was closed while they cleared some avalanche or accident or something. All I know is that my street had oodles of cars parked just waiting to head up. Generally there are never cars parked on my street in my neighborhood. This day was different.

I was in a silky robe. Up in my bedroom. Getting ready to meet friends for brunch. I kept watching these parked cars filled with skiers and snowboarders. And then someone did the ultimate thing to piss me off.

They parked right in front of my driveway preventing me from getting out. I felt trapped. To add fuel to the fire, there was about 2 inches of snow on my driveway. This means I can get down the steep path but this also means I’m likely to lose control and slide my way on to the main road. This bozo parked right in my path.

Worse. He got out of his SUV. Looked up at my window. Smiled and waved.

So I did what any hungover, hungry and irritable person would do. I stood in front of the window and yelled. I motioned for this ass to move his car and made the motion of me needing to get down the driveway. How does one do that? Lots of arm movements and finger pointing.

This guy was pushing me. He just kept smiling and making similar motions with his arms and fingers.

I was nearly ready to jump out of the window and verbally kill him.

Until he opened the back of his SUV. Got out a shovel. And began the work I hired him to do.

It was Alejandro. My snow removal guy. I think I’ll be give him a little extra when I pay this invoice.