9 . . . 1 . . . ?

I kept my finger hovering over the "1" on my cell phone as I watched in horror and amusement at Mr. Backdoor Neighbor's rainstorm antics. Perhaps annoyed that his second-story gutter was not draining properly, he donned a Carhart hooded jacket, put up his extension ladder against the side of the house, and despite the wind and rain, climbed to the level of his first story roof. There he found the end of the clogged downspout from the second-story gutter and poked his electric leaf blower into it. The burst of air from the leaf blower forced water and debris to spout upward and out of that downspout. It took three blasts of air to do the trick before Mr. Backdoor Neighbor descended the ladder to a safer and drier location. I can only wonder why he couldn't wait for the storm to end before using an electric power tool in the rain. Mr. Rellim says you can't judge a man until you've lived with his wife. So, I guess you shouldn't really judge a man.