I go out this morning to shovel my car out of my parking spot. As I’m walking to my parking spot, I’m checking out how much snow is behind each car so I have an idea what to expect when I get to my spot. I”m walking and I notice my spot is twice as high as the other spots. I see the spot next to me is empty. The guy has his car out and is cleaning up his parking spot. I look at the mound of snow behind my car and I don’t see where he is dumping the snow he shoveled. Most people put the snow in the middle of the street.
You don’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure this out, but I put on my Sherlock Holmes hat anyway. No snow in the street and twice as high behind my car.
Then the guy starts to talk to me. He’s complaining about the snow removal, how high the maintenance is and everything else you can think of. Then he says to me, “I didn’t know where to throw the snow.” I didn’t say anything to him. I should have said, “I knew where you threw it, right behind my car.”