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We have all been cussing, silently or otherwise, at people who do not shovel their alloted segment of sidewalk. I like shoveling snow — it’s sort of meditative and I’ll do the houses along my street without a thought (no downtown Toronto house can compare to the vast driveways those of who grew up in the suburbs had to shovel). So when slipping on poorly or not-at-all shoveled walks I’ve fantizied about ways to show the offending homeowner, shopkeeper or slumlord my (our?) outrage. On garbage day I imagined dumping full recycling bins onto their porch (oh, but what if she is an old lady?<\/em>) or throwing snowballs at their windows (what if I see them again though? That would be uncomfortable<\/em>). I’m having my own silent war with a neighbour whose private Mr. Plow guy always fills in the sidewalks I have already cleared many hours before, so I shovel the snow back onto his property (I think he’s gone south for the winter, so maybe he’ll never know).<\/p>\n