Strange Thing, But A Nice One

**K9karen** · 12-16-2007, 10:14 PM

Wow! Now that's something you don't see everyday! The Phantom Shoveler! You know how I am, Liz..don't forget to Pay It Back..but I'm sure you always do!

**Karen** · 12-17-2007, 12:39 AM

Hee hee - when my elderly neighbors were still alive (rest in peace, Kay and Charlie), I or another neighbor would usually shovel them out. I got "caught" one day, but they didn't say a thing ... so I didn't know until a few days later, when Kay called me over, and presented me with an entire pie tin of Peanut Butter Fudge. I told her that wasn't necessary, but she demurred, saying something about having the ingredients on hand, etc. I brought it to the office, as it was too much for Paul and I to tackle without eating ourselves sick. At the end of the day, one co-worker came up to me and said "Can you shovel Kay's driveway again? That was GOOD fudge!"

Liz, you may eventually find out.

One year, I was out shovelling a big storm pretty late at night - I like shoveling, so I'm the one who usually does it. I still had half the driveway to do when a nice man in a pick-up with a plow stopped and said "want help?" and plowed the rest for me! Between the fog on my glasses, things being obscured by being bundled up, and his being inside the truck with the window only rolled down a little, and snow on my glasses, I wasn't sure who it was. Months later I recognized the color and size of the pick-up when I saw Mr. Banks - from down the street - drive by. He never admitted to it, but other neighbors confirmed it was probably him!

**lizbud** · 12-17-2007, 04:51 PM

Originally Posted by K9karen

Wow! Now that's something you don't see everyday! The Phantom Shoveler! You know how I am, Liz..don't forget to Pay It Back..but I'm sure you always do!

I was trying to just accept this as a nice gesture, but I guess I feel bad
that I didn't get to thank them. But I'm pretty sure I know (I think) who
to thank later.

**Medusa** · 12-17-2007, 05:24 PM

I love stories like this. Years ago, when my son was around 9 or 10, some dogs got into my neighbor's trash and spread it all over their lawn. Before the school bus came, my son picked the trash up and put it in their trash can. He thought they had left for the day but unbeknownst to him, they were watching him from their window. When he got home from school, the woman came across the street w/a chocolate cake w/chocolate icing (his favorite, probably every boy's, right?) that she baked just for him. I was so proud of my son for doing it w/out being told and I was so happy to have such a nice and appreciative neighbor. Restores your faith in humankind, doesn't it?