two fell swoops

Yesterday on my way home from work I drove past this:

In a busy Midwestern college town, this has to happen to everyone at least once.  The poor guy was clearing snow away from his car using only his hands. I felt kind of bad about taking the picture, and then I remembered that I’d thrown a shovel in my truck that morning in case the very same thing had happened to my work truck.  So I pulled around the block and on my next pass called out “Want a shovel?” We made quick eye contact and he replied “I’m good.”  Maybe he recognized me as the picture taker and interpreted my question as a taunt.  Or maybe he had already resigned himself to that once-in-a-lifetime fate of being plowed in.