Windy street, walking the dog.
Passerby: Damn!!
Me: Right?
Passerby: Ye-ah.
Minutes later, me getting smacked in the face with a gust of ice-wind.
Me: Jesus Christ!
Lady at bus stop: S'wat I'm saying.
At home, doorbell rings, it's Con Ed. I open the door.
He: (shivering) It's like...
Me: No shit, it's like...
(he disappears into the basement)
Posted by Antigeist at March 9, 2005 12:38 PM