AS I put on my custom made uniform( its a poorly crafted knock off of the character the shoveler from the movie “Mystery Men”) I check the temperature and play the theme from Rocky to get myself prepared for today’s battle. As I venture into the cold I see that the warmer than normal weather has turned any snow that remains to a icy slush. A slush that will soon melt and trickle off. Now a normal person not involved in this struggle against mother nature would just let it melt.
Not me, I must defend my tittle as snow-master of Wilow street. This is a title that I was born to maintain. Now I’m not saying that I’m Neo, I’m not “the one” nor am I the golden child that will fight the forces of evil.
I’m just saying.
As I get a few minutes into the work he appears. I wonder what a seasoned shoveler is doing. All the other neighbors with experience have stayed in knowing that the heat will do the job for them. Yet here we are, my nemesis and me.Two grown men locked in a battle that is altogether silly and fruitless. Yet we shovel.
As I have said he has a smaller driveway and finishes earlier than me.
I tell him he made quick work of his driveway and that because its so small maybe he was to come over and do part of mine to get a real work out. My words have the effect they were meant to have, my barbs have passed his defenses and sunk deep into his flesh.
Huzzah!
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Remember–it’s more important to win the war, not the battle. Keep calm and carry on!