Snowplow Driver with a heart of Gold

This morning, as I was bringing in the milk from the barn, I could hear the snowplow coming. I heard it slow down, stop and then honk the airhorn. I looked, and there was the snowplow stopped in the road waiting for a bushy tailed tree squirrel to cross the road.  The snowplow just sat there while the little squirrel scampered across the snowy road and made it to safety on the otherside. Then the plow drove slowly past. I smiled all the way in to the house.