Who the…

Last night at 10:30 I heard a rhythmic scraping sound outside. It sounded like it was right outside our front door. Ah, it was the unmistakable sound of a snow shovel. At 10:30PM. Neighbor Paul was doing our driveway for some reason. At 10:30PM. It's a nice thought, but 10:30 is a little late to be making that annoying sound outside. But I guess I'd rather hear that than his pressure washer, which he uses about 73 times every year. He washes the deck, the cars (Clear coat? What clear coat?), the driveway (no shit), and more. Multiple times. So our neighborhood has that lovely RRRRRRrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRR going on and on for anywhere from 15 minutes to hours at a time. I'd rather have him take off his shirt and fish in the pond like Brent's fine neighbor.