On the phone with mom. As is the case with all of our phone conversations, there's always some tidbit or warning she must impart before saying so-long. We're about to hang up when she says:
Mom: Be careful. It's icy out.
Me: Is it? 'Cause I don't think it is.
Mom: I haven't been outside today, but you never know.
Me: It's fine if you have information that could be useful to me, but don't go making stuff up.
Mom: Well, there could be an icy patch.
Me: An icy patch? Ohhhhhkay. Well, as always, it's been nice talking with you, but I gotta go.
Always a good time.
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