He yelled, "Watch the suit!"
"What suit?" I asked, aiming the water just a bit higher. "Thatsuit?"
He scrambled backward until his backside hit the porch railing. "You're nuts! You know that?"
"Totally," I said, flicking the hose nearly to waist level.
"Son of a bitch!" he yelled, looking down to his newly dampened groin. "That's freezing!"
When I squeezed the nozzle again, he dove sideways, vaulted over the porch railing, and hit the ground running, sprinting toward his car.
By the time he peeled out of the driveway a moment later, the faucet was off, and I was already coiling up the hose. But I didn't put it away, not completely, because if he came back, I'd definitely be using it again.
