I have a director at work, his name is Robert. Unlike most wealthy family people, he does not live in the suburbs, but in the Old Town (the case takes place in one of the cities on the East Coast of the United States). The place is prestigious, but there are also problems. One of the main things is that the streets there are narrow, many 250-300+ years old. For snow-gathering equipment they are not designed at all, and so you can barely plug the lighthouse, so that there is a place for passing. And snow to clean almost nowhere, only either on the sidewalk, or back on the road, well, or between parked cars to stop some like.

Therefore, there is a lot of drama between neighbors, especially for parking. When the snow falls, there is trouble. Civilization flies like a shell, and it happens that citizens mock each other’s faces, call the police, and become enemies for a lifetime.

Shortly after Robert and his family moved to the area, the first snow fell. Not very large, but centimeter from 40-50 namelo. When the storm stopped, he went out to clean the car. Look, and there is no place to remove the snowflake, more hasty people have already cleaned their cars, all the space between the cars is crowded. He started cleaning the snow, but where did he put it? I began to crawl on the sidewalk.

Here the owner of the house jumps out, begins to express his "fe", and very passionately, hot Italian blood is affected. He lived here for years, he cleaned the sidewalk with his own hands. And some inadequate citizens (i.e. Robert) are boundless, do not respect the work of others, and do not see the borders at all. Everything has happened here.” All this tirade is accompanied by obscene gestures and obscene vocabulary. For about 15 minutes, the footage burstingly expressed his emotions, and Robert listened silently.

Finally, the neighbor went away in anger, threatening punishment. Robert cleaned the car and removed the snow carefully from the sidewalk. Then he blinded a few snowmen and went home. He pulled old shirts and hats, a bunch of carrots, barbecue corns, and snowmen dressed. Then he took a bottle of decent wine and knocked on the neighbor. The angry man opened the door, and Robert gave him a bottle and said, "We live on the same street, neighbors now means. Likewise I love cleanliness.” Then he pointed to the snowmen and smiled and congratulated "with the first snow."

and all. Now they are in a very good relationship with their neighbors. The old Italian now helps him and the snow to clean, and even the place, when the parking is tense, holds for him. On life's little things helps on the first call and on a bottle of beer regularly invites. From the first snow they have made it a tradition.

They could just argue. The bad thing is not stupid...