The guy who plows my driveway has a crush on me. I’ve actually known this for quite some time but have never really given it much thought. We flirt when we occasionally cross each others paths, but that’s the extent of it.
He’s very sly about his operations – he plows my driveway (for free) when he knows I’m not dating anyone but will not plow my driveway when I’m dating someone. Clever little fellow. As I pulled into my neatly plowed driveway this afternoon I thought to myself, “Hmmm…what have I gotten myself into? First the policeman, now the plow-driver. My collection of suitors is starting to resemble the frickin’ Village People!” Now all I need to do is find myself an Indian, a cowboy, a sailor…and then I remember…the Village People were gay. Shit!