Josh was in a steady rhythm of scooping up snow and throwing it to his side. He heard swooshing slush as a car in the nearby street slowed to a stop. His neighbor, Steve, lowered the passenger-side window of his car and yelled, "The driveway looks good. When are you going to come to my house and shovel mine?"
"I'll shovel your driveway just as soon as you bend over and kiss your own ass." Said Josh.
This was Steve's moment. He hadn't spent all of those years at the Academy of Modern Contortionism for nothing. He hated shoveling snow.