His name is John and he lives two houses down from me. He came over with his snowblower to help while I was scooping our driveway after it snowed another 6.5 inches this morning.
I told him he was my hero. He told me he uses his snowblower to pick up chicks. I giggled at that. He was dressed in coveralls and one of those hats with fuzzy flaps.
Oh yeah, John is about 70 years old and is retired. He’s at home all day with “grandma” (I’m assuming he means his wife?)
He was very sweet and I plan on baking the two of them some cookies since he saved me time and from being frozen!
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