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Snowblower idling while I take a picture. |
Me: Hello.
Delivery driver: Good morning, I have a delivery here from the Department of Snow for Chas Clifton.
Me: That's me. Did I order this?
Driver, holding out electronic box: It's your snow that was supposed to have been delivered in 2010. Sorry 'bout that. We do our best. Just sign here. Bye now, have a nice day.
Me, thoughtfully: I hope I have enough gas for the snowblower.
They have been late before.
3 comments:
No, no, I'm fairly certain that your 2010 order got misdirected to my house.
You have no idea how sorry I am about that.
Forty-four inches by December 3rd? Yup.
Given that the La Niña-driven climate predictions still show a dry spring, I'll take every flake now.
I don't mind the snow, but the below 0 temps can stay far far away. Even the dog didn't want to go out last night.
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