When he heard the scraping he knew it had happened again. “Damn it,” he muttered, a sinking feeling in his chest. “Doug is shoveling our walk again, isn’t he?”

His wife pushed a curtain aside. “He’s just trying to be nice,” she replied, watching their neighbour work.

“But now I have to #reciprocate!’ he said, throwing up his hands. “We can’t be in shovel debt, honey!”

She looked at her husband. “What broke you?”

He turned to her. “I wish I knew!”