After every snowstorm, a guy that we’ve hired will come by and plow our parking lot. It’s usually finished by the time we get in, around 8 a.m.
We expect that the parking lot is to be clear of snow… yet what we couldn’t figure out was how the sidewalks were shoveled, and a path cleared to the front door from all of the parking stalls.
And then one morning, it became clear:
This guy showed up with a snow shovel, and proceeded to clear off our sidewalks.
On this particular day the snow was especially thick, so he walked back home (around the corner) and came back with TWO shovels:
(Yes, I stalked him with my camera through the window)
The guy was so meticulous on pushing all of the powder all the way to the berm alongside the street. Huffing and puffing, he labored to get the sidewalks perfectly clean, and then even went so far as to scatter ice-melt on them. His own ice-melt crystals.
When I went outside on this particular day, he apologized for “running late” and explained that he had slept in.
As if he had let us down.
I thanked him profusely and offered to buy he and his wife dinner and some beers later. He gladly took me up on it and showed up later that afternoon for a hot date with his wife.
It’s the purest form of “trade” that there is. Goods for services. Services for goods.
I wish that I could pay for everything in Paizano’s Pizza gift certificates.