way of "helping" I use my snow blower to clear off their walkways. The husband is more of the passive-aggressive type, a Ute-like man, the kind that will look you in the eye and say hi, but then say questionable things behind your back. His wife is usually a sweetheart, but gives the worst "you're not Draper-quality" pity smiles. Each time I walk by she gives a halfhearted smile that communicates that I'm old, don't have a lot of value left, and need to be in an old-folks home. I clear off most of the walkways in the neighborhood to be nice, even theirs. However, each time I clear their walks I make sure my blower faces their front door. Utes are dumb folks. The snow just piles up at their door and they haven't said a thing. It's hilarious. I get so much joy from it!