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Drive home and it's all lovely and sunny and sparkly. The city plow's been by, so I have to park in the street and attempt to shovel a way in. But Wendy from next door is out on her front porch, waving.

"Chris'll do that! He's got the truck!"

Chris (her hubbin) is nowhere in sight, and there's no truck. "Um...huh?"

"Chris is right there and he's got his truck and he'll dig you out!"

I look very carefully. "Where?"

"He's right there!"

Their yard and drive is completely Chris-free. "Do...do you see him right now?" It's important not to upset hallucinating people. I can wave at her invisible husband if I can figure out where he's supposed to be. Meanwhile, I start digging.

"STOP!!!" Wendy fairly shrieks as I get the first bit of shovel in.

I back up a little, leaving the shovel standing up in the snow. Has she snapped? Her baby's a year old - is this some strange, delayed form of post-partum depression?

Wendy points up the street. There's a tiny red truck coming, with a plow on its nose. Chris is at the wheel.

I look at her. "Oh! Chris has a thingie on his truck!"

"Yes!"

"Ohhhhhhhh!"

"He will do your driveway."

"Oh. Well, cool! Thanks!"

Chris plows out the driveway, with that peculiar happy look that men get when they can work the big toys.

And we all lived happily ever after.

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