S4:Snowplow

Chigger walked past the garage, where a million useless things catcalled from their shiny, brightly lit perches. His eyes cruised the offerings: pristine rakes in three sizes, green riding mower and leaf blower rustling in the corner, a footstool leaning against two ladders, a gray metal workbench surmounted by a wall of perfectly hung tools. There was a snow plow dozing in the other corner, a snow plow in Seattle. All that, and room for four cars. These people made him sick.