Phil: Commander, what’s going on?
State Trooper: There’s nothing going on. We’re closing the road. Big blizzard moving in.
Phil: What blizzard? It’s a couple flakes.
State Trooper: Don’t you listen to the weather? We got a major storm here.
Phil: I make the weather! All this moisture coming up out of the Gulf will push off to the east and hit Altoona.
State Trooper: Pal, you got that moisture on your head. You can go back to Punxsutawney or you can freeze to death. It’s your choice. What’s it gonna be?
Phil: [pauses] I’m thinking…
