Shovel Vigilantes in Chelsea, Manhattan

 

Slush puddles

Tom and I arrived on the scene a couple hours ago. Notably, as soon as we drove into Chelsea, the streets suddenly were not plowed. The West Village? Plowed. Above 14th Street? Not plowed. It was definitely a thing.

Here's another fun fact: All the merchants shovel off the sidewalks, but they don't shovel off the snow on the corners of the block. So you step off the sidewalk into a six inch ice dam of dirty water. It's like this every year, I'm not sure why I remain surprised.

Later on, we went back out to pick up some take out. We navigated the same exact corners from earlier. Our socks cried out in fear and trepidation. They hadn't signed up for a polar bear plunge.

I said to Tom we should be Shovel Vigilantes. We should just get a f*ing shovel and f*ing shovel out the damn corners already. We'll pass those two exact same bloody corners 95 times a day. Why does nobody do this? How long could it possibly take?