…you have no problem using child labor to get your van out of the snow so you can go to work.
I can’t believe I made it out of that mess today, but it was only with the help of my husband literally pushing me out onto the main road.
Now I just need to get home tonight after my shift and try to park somehow.
Which might just mean me roaring into my completely un-plowed residential street- my tax dollars at work- and getting the van stuck in front of the house.
I’ll aim for the front of the house. I make no promises where I get stuck.
That’s ok. I don’t work tomorrow.