So, I am a wee bit weird in that I wave to the recycle guy, the garbage guy but never again to the snow plow guy.
It's a beautiful, sunny day, no snow to plow to speak of. I hear his truck rumbling about a block away and thought I better be far away from his blade - which will be in the "up" position as there is no snow to plow!!!
In the twinkling of an eye, he's upon me. No where to run and no time to run - and ha,ha, Jean - his blade is down.
I had just raised my hand in a neighborly way, when, splat! Snow, sand, gravel and probably lots of dog anointment got me square in the face, front of parka, etc. No more waves for you. I wiped one lens of my glasses to see if he were laughing - he was.