Meanwhile, the water guy and the snow plow had both come. The water guy proceeded to hold his map upside-down, while Mr. Plow industriously plowed all the slush we had just shoveled out of the gutter back into it and blocked up the water flow again.
And chaos reigned.
“Curse you, plow! I JUST SHOVELED THAT!”
“Goddamn, these boots are ruined!”
“We can’t let it flow too fast, or it just pulls in more slush and blocks up!”
“Don’t slow it down too much, or it’ll freeze and block up!”
“Hey, Next-Door-Rights? You want to maybe help out here?”
“QUIT SHOVELING INTO OUR DRIVEWAY! YOU IN THE TRUCK WITH THE ORANGE LIGHTS, SHUT THE WATER OFF! WE’RE FLOODING HERE!”
“All right, it’s in the next guy’s yard. I’m off to bed!”
“Holy shit the plow is coming back! And we just got this slush cleared from his last pass!”
“We should probably clear the Next-Door-Rights’ gutter. It seems to be pooling here for some reason.”
“Don’t let it go too fast!”
“Have they shut the water off?”
“THERE’S KLINGONS ON THE STARBOARD BOW, STARBOARD BOW, STARBOARD BOW, JIM!”
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