All right, My snowplow driver hates me. I can deal with that. I'm not sure why, I've never even met the guy, but he definitely has it out for me. Yes, we got more snow, about 7" total I would guess, enough to summon the demon plow driver howling from the bowels of hell to once again destroy my garbage can. I'm not sure why he does it, it's a nice enough garbage can. Plain, unassuming, doesn't really say much, but somehow it's very existence offends him. He religiously swerves in order to catch it in the spray of snow planing up from his blade. I can imagine his cackle of glee the day he came by right after trash pickup and I was gone so I couldn't move it out of the direct path of his fury. Poor can lost a wheel that day. Today I thought I would take precautions, I moved it back about fifteen feet from the edge of the road. I can only surmise that on his first pass he saw it, sitting there innocently, probably whistling a little tune, just happy to have disgorged it's content into it's good friend the garbage truck. When he made his second pass he had to have accelerated, grinning widely as he dug his blade a bit deeper into my road. The wave of snow he threw hit the poor can hard enough to throw it another twenty feet or so, right into the back of my X-terra.  poor can lay on the ground, half buried in snow when I found it, it's lid hanging open, gasping in pain, it's one wheel hanging crookedly off to the side like a wounded game animal gasping it's last breath. Seriously, Dude- Enough is enough. If my dogs would have been outside they never would have even felt it as they got run over. Or one of my kids, walking home from the bus stop. Fun is fun, but I 've just about had enough.