Pish Posh

Larry's borrowing my car again.

"No problem," I say.

"But how will you get to work tomorrow?" He asks.

I point to my GoldWing. "Same as always," I reply.

"What if it rains?" He asks.

"Pish posh!" I say.

He grins.

"If you don't ride in the rain, you don't ride," I say.