I’d like to say how disappointed I am in the city’s job of plowing, again.
I pay my taxes, do you really expect us to drive on snow?
I know I live in Alberta, Canada, not far from tundra, but come on, my snow tires weren’t meant to drive on snow! Yes, I have four-wheel-drive, but how am I supposed to text and not spill my double double when I’m hitting all these bumps?
I pay my taxes!
I can’t see the white road lines, so I make my own lanes and it’s the city’s fault.
I know I could just go slower on residential streets, but the sign says 50, and it’s my right as a taxpayer to drive that.
I could leave 10 minutes earlier but my SUV has only been running for 20 minutes, and it’s not a sauna in there yet (company gas card, I’m exempt from environmental concerns).
Do you expect us to wear gloves and a toque?
This city doesn’t need stupid bike lanes or programs that make people happy and healthy, they need more plows and dump trucks!
How hard is it to get an army of Bobcats to patrol the streets from October to April?
I pay my taxes! I want my windrows to be 50.5-cm high, perfectly squared, and not one inch in front of my driveway.
It snowed the other night, and 20 minutes later I didn’t hear plows yet. What are those plow drivers doing? More important things? Taking a break?
It’s pathetic. Look at other cities. They do things differently!
As a taxpayer I will not: drive slowly and cautiously, have patience with a growing city, or rest until 95 per cent of the city’s budget is devoted to snow removal. The other five per cent is for rose petals to be thrown at my feet as I walk.
You’ll hear from me again in the spring when I demand that the city dump poison on yellow flowers because they’re not planted in gardens by human hands.
Seth Van Havere
Red Deer