The garage door raised from the ground and revealed 10 inches of fresh snow.. I grabbed the shovel and spent an hour making about 10 feet of progress on the driveway. My neighbor cranked up his snowblower and I watched in awe as his gas powered monster cleared the driveway in half an hour. I pressed on and slowly made progress in the freezing temperatures. I began to think that it would be good idea to own a pair of gloves, my hands aren’t cold, but my hands feel like they’re beginning to blister.
About halfway through my driveway, my neighbor generously suggested that I use his snowblower to finish the task at hand.
Me, need a snowblower…absolutely not! So what if my back is starting to hurt, hands are blistering, and the snow is dreadfully heavy. I’m a man! Check out these biceps heaving snow, look at this mountain of snow I made with my shovel, who is the man!?
One hour later, about 3/4s of the way through the job, the neighbor’s wife asks again, “You sure you don’t want to use our snowblower?”
The wife, jesus, I might as well knock myself out with my own shovel. Come on people, don’t you know who I am, I am the stubborn young man.
Finally, done the driveway.
Me: (yelling upstairs to my wife) JACLYN!
Jac: Yes honey.
Me: Did you see all that snow I shoveled?
Jac: Yes honey, good job.
Score one for the stubborn young man.