They said a hailstorm was coming, so I headed out to my car, throwing a heavy blanket over it.
"What, it's getting cold?"
I looked over at the neighbour, who had a smile on his face that indicated he thought of himself as the wittiest wordsmith since Oscar Wilde.
"No, there's hail coming, I want to protect it."
"Oh, scared of some cold water? Sure think, Wicked Witch of the West!"
I shook my head and headed inside. I was kinda pleased at the damage his car took in the storm.
I helped it along a bit, to be fair.
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