The shared driveway

We have a shared driveway. We share it with a couple who's lived in their house for nearly 30 years (and the woman still can't back out down the driveway without having near collisions with the side of our house). Their children are grown and living elsewhere. I would guess they're in their 50's. They seem to have all their faculties about them, you know, physically capable....of shoveling the driveway should it snow! Which it did. Yesterday.

You may recall last year, they didn't shovel the driveway when it snowed. In fact, Charles didn't come out until I finished the ENTIRE length of it by MYSELF.

I figure he owes me one. So, yesterday I went out and I shoveled the sidewalk. I shoveled the walkway to the front door. I shoveled the walkway to the back door. I even shoveled a path from the back to the front door along the driveway. But come hell or high water I was NOT shoveling the driveway.

Hours go by and I happen to see my buddy Chuck cleaning off his car. So I peered out the window wondering .... did he shovel the driveway? He shoveled the sidewalk. He shoveled his walkway. But he did NOT shovel the driveway. Fucker!

It's going to warm up, Jeff says. It'll melt away anyway so don't worry about it. I say, that's not the point! Chuck owes me one shoveled driveway! The day goes on. It rains. It puddles. It floods! It does not entirely melt. Guess what I had this morning? A treacherously frozen fucking driveway. Fucking Chuck! That fucker!