Mister Plow Is Canadian?!

It was the night before Christmas Eve, about 8:30 pm. My mom was trying to sell our place; we’d moved a few blocks away in with my new stepdad. The driveway needed to be clear, and there was about a foot and a half of snow to shovel. I was still pretty young, and it was going to be a big job.

I trudged over there with my shovel, and I had just started the first row when a random guy in a snowplow turned in and cleared the whole driveway in two minutes, easy. He was wearing the red plaid jacket and toque combo — classic Canadian look.

I was worried as we hadn’t hired a snow removal guy, but he just waved, wished me a Merry Christmas, and drove off.

I went back home and told everyone the story.

Sibling #1: “Who was it?”

Sibling #2: “Red plaid? Toque? Snowplow? Helpful? Buddy was the spirit of Canada made manifest!”