It snows occasionally in Boston. It's rather pretty for the first few hours. Then it starts turning into gunk. You never see brown snow on those TV holiday specials.
The landlord did a good job of clearing the steps and sidewalk this storm. The city did a passable job clearing the street. That just leaves the berm where the curb used to be. So I grab a shovel and punch a hole through it.
Mission accomplished? Nah. Someone decides that he'll park his car to block my curb-cut. So I dig another one today. Any car blocking it tomorrow (when my groceries are to be delivered; the main reason I bothered with this) gets buried in whatever remaining snow I can find.