It’s nice occasionally to be a smug bastard.
I was out of the front door about 7.30am yesterday and there to greet me on the opposite side of the road were two neighbours scraping away in stereo at their frosted car windscreens.
Both were stamping their feet; both had their car engines running; both appeared to be cursing. I just smiled and nodded, opened my integral garage, and drove out and away with a cheery wave.
Strangely, neither of them returned the gesture.
When I got home last night, one of them appeared to be beavering away clearing junk out of his garage. He was up and away before me this morning – no doubt thanking me for my smugness.
Nice to help people occasionally, isn’t it?
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