My dad sucked a stick into our snowblower a couple days ago and for some reason this caused the belt to break. This means we had to shovel the driveway by hand. In Vermont we always had our driveway plowed because it was ridiculously long by Massachusetts standards. I had worked a shovel before, but only to make sled jumps, which was self-induced so it didn't feel like work. It was pretty rare even in VT to get such a crazy amount of snow, so I wasn't in any way used to it. Shoveling was hard, hard work. My driveway has a loop passing the front door and a little extension which leads to the garage. Yesterday, we only shoveled out the area in front of the garage where our Suburban was parked. We (meaning me and my dad with shovels and my little sister using her hands) got into a sort of rhythm and made a path just wide enough all the way from around ten feet away from the garage to just before the start. It took around an hour. Then we tackled the hard part: the monster snowball left by plows.
While we were working, three plows drove by. They could have easily just pushed the snowbank aside for us and been on their way, but no, they couldn't spare a couple seconds to help out the poor civilians with the plastic shovels (in case you can't tell, it was a little frustrating). But nonetheless, we got through it. And what a letdown it was when school was called, rendering our work useless because we could just go and get a new belt the next day.