I’ve been waiting all year for the first big snow event of the season, so I could pull out this quirky little tale from 2011. Somehow, hula hoops just seem to find me everywhere…
It was a bleak Sunday afternoon in February, and, as always, I returned home from my weekend away to find my driveway full of snow. I made short work of the easy stuff, then began hacking away at the glowering blob of half-frozen plow poop at the end of the driveway. The snowbanks on either side of my driveway are currently at shoulder height, so flipping the slop casually off to the side is out of the question. I sometimes shove the more watery stuff out onto the road for the rest of the city to look after, but this requires stealth, ingenuity, and a great deal of restraint. No, today’s job would require that I get out the big guns: The Scoop.