Mr. Green"I want to go check the mail," I said. "I think I'll drive."
"DRIVE?" Gloria asked. "It's less than two hundred yards to the mailbox!"
"It's 103 outside, and the heat index is 106," I said. "I could put on a helmet, tape a pan on top, and actually bake pizza."
"You are the laziest man ALIVE," she said. I left and came back a few minutes later.
"Well, how was it?" she asked.
"Good," I said. "I ran the air conditioner for a few minutes in the driveway to cool the car off first."
"Argghhh! You are impossible!" she said.
"If only I could have driven a car from the living room to the driveway," I said.
She made a sound that I can't spell.