Ice Cold Ice
So let me get this straight mr-jerkhole-neighbor-in-a-gigantor-million-dollar-house... you don't have $5 for a bag of salt? All winter we've been putting up with your laziness at shoveling or salting your front walk. While normally this is a mild pain in the ass, these past few weeks it has become downright treacherous. Trying to cross your sidewalk is like hiking Everest in point shoes. I've seen glaciers that are easier to navigate.
This morning I finally lost it on your ridiculous ice crater of a walk. You owe me an ice pack to soothe the bruise forming on my ass right now. Maybe you could make me one by chipping off a few inches of that 6" thick ice block that is your responsibility. You're just lucky I have some experience falling as a former hockey player... cos if I'd seriously hurt myself you better bet at least one of my attorney friends would help me out here.
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Maybe you should report him to the police (311 not 911)? He is in violation of a city ordinance and he is endangering people. Maybe they'll give a ticket to the ass-hat, especially if you say that you and others have fallen and have hurt themselves and you're concerned for the elderly in the area. One can always hope. Be careful, doll.
Posted by: HelOnWheels | February 12, 2008 9:29 AM