On Friday I watched the mountains outside my window disappear behind a veil of heavy snow. It just kept coming and coming. My neighborhood soon looked like a village in the Swiss alps. We didn’t have a blanket of snow, it was more like a big fluffy down comforter of snow. By Saturday my 2 cars looked like giant marshmallows. The sidewalk in front of my house was thigh deep. I knew that Sunday was going to be a day of serious shoveling. I have to admit, I was not looking forward to it.
But on Sunday the market saved me. As I was pushing through the drifts that morning on a quest to find a place for my dog to do her business I saw a group of teenage boys, maybe 7 or so, with shovels. One of the kids was my friend’s son. They were looking to make some money.
“How much to shovel my cars out?” I asked.
“How about $20?”
“Deal.” I said.
The dog did her thing and I got a $20 bill out of my wallet. In 15 minutes my cars were clear. The kids were happy. I was happy. My wife was happy. I could have a cup of coffee in the warm house. My kind of transaction.
Good thing the permit police weren’t roaming my neighborhood.
(From The Free Thought Project)
Last year in Bound Brook, New Jersey, two 18-year-old boys were stopped by police during a snowstorm because they were offering to shovel their neighbors driveways. They were told by the officers that they had to pack up their shovels and go home because they didn’t have licenses, and the story sparked national public outcry.
In Bound Brook, the license that would be required for an independent business like this would cost up to $450 and is only good for 180 days.