The pusher shovel, on the other hand, was the perfect tool. I put on the strap-on cleats that Jeff and Carol gave me for Christmas a few years ago -- because they won't stop you from slipping on a patch of ice, but they improve your chances greatly -- and spent about half an hour removing the inch of guck. I had to make sure to take care of it right then, because the temperature is supposed to drop down to near zero tonight, which would result in an inch of hard-frozen guck on the driveway.
And I really don't need my driveway to double as an ice rink. Been there, done that, got the scars to show for it.
