
A Day in the Life of a Girl forced to Shovel Snowfall after Snowfall
To best understand the course of my day, it would be best to listen in to my thoughts as shoveling segments progressed.
1st Shoveling: Goodness the snow is high. I wish I had come out when I woke up and got an early start. But it's not that hard, I can do this.
2nd Shoveling: Look at the neighbor, having both his sons help. I bet I can do just as good as a job, all by myself. In fact, I can beat them. They better watch out, my shoveled driveway will shame them.
2nd Shoveling, 10 minutes later: If they offer to help me, would it be a strike against women if I accepted? Oh Megan, that's so sexist, you can do this. Don't give in.
2nd Shoveling, 10 more minutes later: Why are they not offering to help, can't they see I don't have any upper arm strength? How can they just stand by and watch my plight?
4th Shoveling: Nobody else seems to have done their sidewalks. My sidewalks are amazing. And my driveway is so much wider than the neighbors, I bet their car won't even fit. Man, I've done an amazing job. I can do anything!
5th Shoveling: Hm, it's gotten dark. So that should be enough shoveling, the snow is suppose to stop at 6.
Late Last Night: Goodness gracious, look at all that snow still pouring down. Well, there's always tomorrow.



















