The snow is halfway up to my knees. I can tell you this because today I jumped out there in my socks. I know, yuck. I had to though. I saw this truck that had just visited their storage unit slow down and stop in the driveway. I was thinking, "Oh no, are they stuck in the snow?" But no. I watched in disbelief as this slob pulled a big box out of the back of the truck and tossed it on the ground. And that's when I jumped out on the deck to yell at them, but they were too fast and drove away. So I changed my socks, and then ran outside (with shoes on this time) and followed their snow tracks to the only unit with tons of footprints in front of it. Then I went to the office and called the person. The guy said that he had just sent a couple friends to his unit for him, so I said, "Oh. I just watched your friend throw a box on the ground and leave it on my property. You can come back and pick it up or I can charge you $50 to pick it up for you." Ha! He said, "Oh, they will be right back to pick it up!" Then I watched smugly from my window as they drove back up, grudgingly got out of the truck and put the box back in the truck and drove away. They won't be littering on my watch! It's funny because they had no idea that I was watching them toss that box, and they probably don't know how I knew which unit to call. I didn't explain about following the tracks of course.
That was very satisfying.
The End.
