“This new windshield will treat you well, mister. Treat. You. Well.” Sid said, putting the finishing touches on the installation.
“I appreciate it, Sid. That crack was getting larger,” Vance said.
“Yeah, like your waistline,” said an unseen newcomer to the conversation.
“Excuse me?” Vance asked.
“Something tells me you don’t ‘play’ dumb, you just are.”
“Gosh, sir, I’m sorry about this,” Sid started, “this is a new glass type.”
“The windshield is talking?” Vance asked in total disbelief.
“No. Sid was talking. You interrupted.” The windshield said.
Sid sighed, “this is ill-tempered glass. It won’t break. It only wise-cracks.”