"You want us to do WHAT???"

No. Nobody asked the teens to strip down and run around nekkid.
Nor did anyone force them the jump out of moving vehicles.
They weren't even asked to cut their hair.

They were asked to go out with shovels and ice scrapers and finish the job that the 46-year-old started yesterday. By himself. In 10 degree weather. For 2 1/2 hours.
Did I mention, BY HIMSELF????

He finished most of the job of hacking the built-up ice from the approach to the mailbox. They aforementioned teen-wimps only have a small portion to do.

After 3 months of ice, snow, snow, more snow, snow plows, mailmen and various meteorological occurances, the mailbox approach and the mailbox itself, were pretty much invisible.

It had become bad enough that the mailman, usually a jolly soul, was leaving us nasty notes. Handwritten nasty notes. We decided that the mess had to go, mostly because of the threat of no mail delivery. That, and the definite possibility that he would Go Postal and drive his car into the house. Or something.

Well, as it turns out, a job that was unpleasant, but necessary, for an Adult Male would be too much for 3 healthy teenage males.

Poor babies. Their morning schedule of playing Magic cards and schnoozling with the girlfriend has been oh-so-rudely interrupted.

Life just isn't fair.

Poor babies.