My driveway

I believe I have mentioned that I have pretty interesting neighbours. There's nothing that says wacky like getting a text in the middle of the night, waking you up, announcing that the family of four have had a family meeting about you pointing out that them driving out across their driveway onto the grass and onto your driveway makes it difficult to get the snowblower across the snow they're building up and packing down on your already shovelled and very neat and tidy driveway and that they're "...sorry for using your driveway, you are a great neighbour and we should respect your driveway. Thanks :)"

Thanks for waking me up to announce a successful WTFM. (White Trash Family Meeting or WTF! Meeting)

Something's not right...

The biking guy has a personal massager for his stiff muscles. In his legs. From the biking you see.

I can hear vibrating coming from the cubicle across from mine... and I can see the chair but not the guy's head. He's either slumped over or slid way down in his chair.

I hope, my dear reader, you are as uncomfortable at this point as I am.