When I (Texan)lived briefly in the northeast, I loved cleaning all the snow off my car. It was so novel and so satisfying to watch it come off in layers. Especially using the ice scraper on the frozen bottom layer…
A few years after moving back to Texas, we had an unseasonably and record amount of snowfall. I’d kept my window brush/squeegee/scraper, so I ran around my apartment parking lot, asking everyone if they’d like the snow off their car. Some people would see me gleefully cleaning a car, and they’d get excited, saying that they wanted to try it. Enough people wanted to try, that I just left them the scraper and told them my apartment number. A few hours later, there was a knock at my door, and my scraper was outside and 95% of the cars were completely clean.
I guess the moral of the story is to fly in some Texans when the snow gets that bad? I dunno, I just wanted to share.
That’s such a cute story. It reminds me of when I go to sweep the floor at work and curious kids ask to try using the broom. Hell yeah, little dude! Let’s turn this chore into something fun!
When I (Texan)lived briefly in the northeast, I loved cleaning all the snow off my car. It was so novel and so satisfying to watch it come off in layers. Especially using the ice scraper on the frozen bottom layer…
A few years after moving back to Texas, we had an unseasonably and record amount of snowfall. I’d kept my window brush/squeegee/scraper, so I ran around my apartment parking lot, asking everyone if they’d like the snow off their car. Some people would see me gleefully cleaning a car, and they’d get excited, saying that they wanted to try it. Enough people wanted to try, that I just left them the scraper and told them my apartment number. A few hours later, there was a knock at my door, and my scraper was outside and 95% of the cars were completely clean.
I guess the moral of the story is to fly in some Texans when the snow gets that bad? I dunno, I just wanted to share.
Bye!
Sounds like a Tom Sawyer move.
Daggum, I sure love painting this fence! I HOPE NO ONE FINDS OUT HOW MUCH FUN I’M HAVING!!!
Yeah, I will admit that there is a strange satisfaction to brushing off snow.
Thick frost however? That’s just torture.
Freezing rain. There’s a special circle in hell for quarter inch thick freezing rain.
I recognise the irony, but the fires of hell don’t burn as hot as my hatred of scraping freezing rain.
That’s such a cute story. It reminds me of when I go to sweep the floor at work and curious kids ask to try using the broom. Hell yeah, little dude! Let’s turn this chore into something fun!