“I’m not. It’s hard as hell. Even for me.” “Did you know that it’s not ‘hard as hell’?” she said. “It’s hard as hail.” I tilted my head. “Is it?” “Yeah. You know who told me that? This homeless guy at the farmers market.” “No. I’m googling this.” I picked up my phone and typed. “Oh my God. You’re right. I mean, the internet is a little divided on it, but there’s definitely a ‘hard as hail’ camp.” “It makes sense. Hail is hard.” “Hell is also hard, though,” I said. “Well, we’ll never know. Neither of us are going.”