Me: Where are you going?
He: Out to shovel the driveway.
Me: But the blizzard is nowhere near being over.
He: Wanna get a jump on it.
Me: That's crazy! Wait. Then you only have to shovel once.
He: Somebody might drive on it and pack the snow down.
Me: But, the chili's done. Who's going to drive on it?
He: Me. I'm making a Kahlua run.
Me: Well, what are you waiting for? Driveways don't shovel themselves.