Not embarrassed, just annoyed.

I thought he was going to shoot it.

Though we don't have a gun, that was the first thought that came to my mind as I watched from the comfort of our dining room as Dave give our neighbor's snowblower not one but two middle fingers yesterday morning.

Our neighbor's away, and we've been given the use of the snowblower so long as we clean her sidewalks and driveway, too. More than a fair deal if you live here and are perceptive enough to notice we got seven inches of snow yesterday.

But Dave can't get the dang thing to actually work. That's problematic not only for his transportation -- he parked his car in her garage yesterday before it started snowing, and instead of shoveling two driveways, he only wants to do ours, so now he can't get it out -- but also for his ego.

"Does it embarrass you I'm not man enough to fix a small engine?"

"No."

Because why would it? Who sees you be the crazy guy in the driveway, giving two gloved fingers to a machine that won't even turn over in response? Oh, wait. Those people who read my blog. Riiiight.