We've had snow on the ground since Tuesday, and Bob has been chafing at staying indoors. Yesterday we finally broke out and puttered around Huntsville. We went to the "Pantry" - a small bulk grocery and deli run by Mennonites - and drove around a bit. Where our county road intersects the US Highway, the vehicle in front of us stopped and the driver got out, waving us around him. (This sort of thing happens all the time in England, but rarely here.)
So today we worked all morning, and after lunch went to Springdale for building supplies. At the same intersection, the car in front of us stopped and the driver got out, but only for a second. So I said, "Why is everyone stopping there??!" As the words left my mouth, Bob braked to stop at the stop sign, which happens to be at the bottom of the hill. And the thick blanket of snow that had been on top of the van since Tuesday all came sliding down the windshield. So, yes, we had to stop and Bob got out to scrape off all that snow and clear his line of sight.
We all had a laugh, and I hope I learned a bit about patience.