Like Santa Claus. Or the Tooth Fairy

I'd heard that they existed, but after a few years and no sightings, I brushed it off as local lore.

Five years in Laramie, and though I've proofread stories about them, I had never yet seen one for myself. I was beginning to think we were perpetuating a myth as easily swallowed as the snipe or the jackalope. I'm not cool with myth-perpetuating. Not my desk shift.

And then yesterday, as I was driving to work, there they were -- two of them!

TWO City of Laramie plow trucks.

I honestly didn't think they existed. Stop laughing.

Having seen them, however, I'm still not convinced that they're brought out of their mythical realm often or long enough. Seriously. It can't take that long to plow Sheridan and Harney (Grand and Third are plowed and maintained by WYDOT. You're welcome for that little bit of trivial knowledge).

I realize that the less-traversed streets aren't as important to you (and yes, I've read your 'flowchart' for plowing priorities), but they're important to the people who drive on them, so when you're done appeasing the masses, how 'bout you swing over our direction and reaffirm your existence for us. Pretty please.

Yes, Virginia, there is a city snowplow -- nay, two of them. But how they choose to do their good still baffles me. Me and my sometimes-snowbound car.

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Off that subject, I'm tired of morons from Colorado who come up here and then proceed to be incapable of intelligent operation of a motorized vehicle.

Take, for example, the Greenie dipstick in front of me today who stopped in every single intersection along Sheridan, regardless of the fact there are only three intersections along Sheridan that require east-west traffic to stop, and we were nowhere near any of them.

Note that I said in the intersection, and that's what I meant. It's bad enough that this guy was clueless enough to not notice that we didn't have stop signs, but he waited 'til he was in the freaking middle of the intersection to come to a complete stop. Complete. Stop. In the middle of the intersection.

You, Greenie Sir, win the Dumbass of the Day award. Get out of my way. Some of us know how to drive.