People don’t care about how hard he works, though, he said.
“After all these years, you figure out we’re a target,” he said. “People want to vent their frustrations, and it’s usually at us. I try not to let it get to me.”
People most often complain that he’s pushing snow back into their clean driveways and in front of their mailboxes.
Marc said that does happen. He can’t help it. The snow has to go somewhere and unfortunately that’s to the sides of the road.
He does help people when he can.
At midnight, someone stopped him in the street inside Indian Heights. It was a man wondering if Marc could clear the snow away from his mailbox. It was almost completely buried.
That’s not Marc’s job, but he said he’d do what he could. He spent a few minutes digging it out.
When you learn to tune out the sometimes incessant complaints, the job is actually pretty relaxing, he said.
He prefers the overnight shift when people are sleeping and the streets are quiet.
The job is best in December when he gets to see everyone’s Christmas lights. But even when it’s dark and so white everywhere that the world starts blurring together, he likes what he does.
Marc turned the radio up during my ride along. It was set to 100.5 WWKI.
Toby Keith’s “I’m Just Talkin’ About Tonight” came on.
We got lucky and found a song instead of a radio show, he said. He gets tired of hearing the same Taylor Swift interview over and over at night, he said, with a laugh.
How he even focused on the radio was beyond me. When he’s clearing roads, the truck is loud, so loud, and bumpy. Even with my seatbelt on, I was shifting around in the seat – lurching forward and backward when he stopped and started.