A while ago I wrote about Snow Plow Happiness and the joy of pushing the snow off ones driveway and onto the street BEFORE the snow plow arrives. The plow pushes the snow away to some far off place rather than me hoisting it up and onto our already large pile of snow on the lot.
We had quite a bit of snow Friday night and Saturday morning last week. I got up Saturday morning early. The driveway would need shovelling today. I had a hankering for cinnamon rolls and had just put a batch in the oven when I heard the snow plow on our block. Drat-I would really have to rush to get some snow out there before he got to our house. It’s not fair to the driver keep pushing the snow out after they have passed your house. Out I go, madly pushing snow down the driveway and then sticking my head back in the house to listen if the oven timer has gone and the baking is ready. When the rolls were done, I put two of them into a bag and out I went. I flagged down the snow plow driver said thanks for great job and handed him warm baking. He seemed surprised and was very thankful.
We had more snow yesterday and today. After dinner tonight I went out to push snow onto the street-no snowplow in sight. Just as I started shovelling the plow came around the corner. Drat again-I’ll never get this out onto the street on time. I had a few swipes pushed out when the snowplow turned into our driveway and in two fell swoops and 45 seconds cleaned what would have taken me 15 minutes. It was the same driver as Saturday.
The power of cinnamon rolls. And the kindness of a driver.
Good for a smile for a week. And an incentive to share baking another time.
Barb's True Stories 
You have learned the number one secret to happiness in this world. ALWAYS treat the secretaries, janitors, waitresses, garbage men, snowplow and taxi drivers as you would presidents and prime ministers for it is they who make our world a good place to live.
Indeed…and they also make the world go ’round.