"It's the balls, isn't it? Balls make you think stupid things. It's okay. I forgive you for your balls."

She turned in her seat to face forward, mostly so she could find the lever that let her set the seat back. Back and lying down. Afterward, she took her seatbelt off. The car was still warm enough that the snow was having a hard time sticking too much, but that wouldn't last long. The upper half of the windshield was already getting hard to look through. "Don't suppose you could call your manager and complain about work environments, huh?"