“Oh hail!” She yelled as she ran into his office. “Look outside!”
“Oh hail!” He said, looking out the window. “I guess I’m not going to rehearsal. Driving on that is going to be like driving down a street covered in ball bearings.”
She said, “Are you afraid they’ll steer you wrong?”
He said, “I’m afraid they won’t let me steer at all!”
They took photographs and watched the hail accumulate. He picked up his script for My Fair Lady and looked quite sad.
Luckily, the hail melted as quickly as it came. He scurried around the house getting ready to go after all, then rushed to the garage to get in the car. Script in hand, she followed him to the garage door and asked if he’d forgotten anything. He traded the script for a kiss and then turned to leave.
As he got in the car she called out, “Have fun on your play-date, honey!”
He paused and gave her that look.
She went back in the house quite content that he’d melted any ice left in the near vicinity.