A pox on your shoveling rules
Recently in The NEWS there was a reminder from the City of Parksville that residents are required to shovel snow from the sidewalks in front of their homes.
So, I bundle up my time-ravaged, 80-something body with atrophied muscles and head out with Canada toque on my dome, Hudson’s Bay Olympic mitts on my hands, to clean the sidewalk in front of my house. Alas I find that the snow plows (three within five minutes of each other) have smothered my sidewalk with road snow.
I retreat to the warmth of my gas-fuelled fireplace, Scotch whiskey in hand and say a pox on your rules.
So fine me, I will refuse to pay and no doubt subsequently languish in the senior’s cells (with appropriate plumbing) at the local lockup until released with a severe tongue lashing.