Pfft. Call that snow?If I had a proper camera, and not just my cellphone, I'd take a picture of the nine foot high, 15 foot wide snowbank I have to climb over to get to work every day. Both ways, uphill, in my father's pyjamas.
(And actually, I'm not really exaggerating. The snowplow driver who does the parking lot across the street from our office doesn't care that he's preventing people who don't drive from getting to the street I work on.)
Every time it snows the city has a fleet of dump trucks leaving a mountain range of snow in the Golden Mile parking lot in Scarborough. I can't quite see this parking lot from my apartment because the other wing of the building obscures it, but all night I hear the back hatch of the dump truck whamming into the truck bed when it pulls away from the pile it left. Seriously, it's a friggin' mountain range with all the snow we've gotten in Toronto this winter.
There's simply no other place to put anymore snow...we can't have anymore! It'll be a flood when it all melts come Spring.
