Because of snow and my lassitude in getting out to shovel it (yes, in March) out of our driveway, I had to walk to our county courthouse this morning, which is about a mile from where we live, to pick up “court reports” for the newspaper for which I work. On the way, I encountered a man who asked me:
“Did you order this?”
as he pointed to the sky.
I told him:
“No, I didn’t; didjew?”
“Well, good, because I normally don’t start fist fights with strangers on the street, but if you had, I’d make an exception.”