We have a rather narrow sidewalk on my street, so when I shovel the snow at the bottom of my steps, I have to set it aside on the sidewalk. There is a pile of snow at either end of my house, so the only way to come and go is to go onto the street. Last night the neighbour's truck was parked there, so Raquel had trouble getting to the house. Later she was out shovelling, and he came outside, so she asked if he could move his truck forward a couple feet (not sure why he was parked on front of mine, and not his house in the first place). So he did move his truck (actually he just drove off), but at about 3:30 this morning he came pounding on my door just loaded, all pissed off because he had to park on the other side of the street. Then he went on about how I should pay him $10 to shovel the already cleared sidewalk in front of my house (I think, I couldn't really understand him (Newfie+drunk)). I really wasn't in the mood for discourse so I just shut the door in his face; he yelled for a while longer, telling me to go fuck myself, then went home.
The end.
Raquel later said that she should have known better than to mention anything to him, because our street "is full of special people".