I had a similar problem in high school. My friend and I attempted a typical three-tiered snowman on the spur of the moment, rolling a ball of snow down the sidewalk until we couldn’t push it any further, but the base ball ended up being 6 feet high. We couldn’t get the middle section off the ground, so we ended up breaking it into pieces and reassembling it on top of the bottom ball. Then we couldn’t get the head piece on top of the middle section, because it was so heavy!
Suddenly, while we were stuck in mid-failure, having lifted this giant snow head about halfway up our snowman’s body, a third person appeared. With his help, we got the head in place, clambering up onto the bottom section and standing there while we heaved this giant snowball above us and onto the midsection.
It was a bus driver. He saw what we were trying to do, stopped his bus, and ran over to help. What a guy!
Our snowman lasted all winter. When the city plowed the sidewalks, the snow plow had to go around it. And we had walked so far from our starting point when we were rolling that first snowball for the base that it had coincidentally ended up in front of the senior home where my grandmother could look out her bedroom window and see it.
Weird events that all came together in the end. I was almost…proud.
I had a similar problem in high school. My friend and I attempted a typical three-tiered snowman on the spur of the moment, rolling a ball of snow down the sidewalk until we couldn’t push it any further, but the base ball ended up being 6 feet high. We couldn’t get the middle section off the ground, so we ended up breaking it into pieces and reassembling it on top of the bottom ball. Then we couldn’t get the head piece on top of the middle section, because it was so heavy!
Suddenly, while we were stuck in mid-failure, having lifted this giant snow head about halfway up our snowman’s body, a third person appeared. With his help, we got the head in place, clambering up onto the bottom section and standing there while we heaved this giant snowball above us and onto the midsection.
It was a bus driver. He saw what we were trying to do, stopped his bus, and ran over to help. What a guy!
Our snowman lasted all winter. When the city plowed the sidewalks, the snow plow had to go around it. And we had walked so far from our starting point when we were rolling that first snowball for the base that it had coincidentally ended up in front of the senior home where my grandmother could look out her bedroom window and see it.
Weird events that all came together in the end. I was almost…proud.