They’re All Just Blowing Smoke

I’m talking to my friend/neighbor as he’s shoveling the snow out of his driveway. I plan to borrow his shovel when he’s done with it, so I’m chatting to him as he finishes up.

His other neighbor comes over while smoking a cigarette.

Neighbor: “Morning, [Friend].”

Friend: “Morning.”

Neighbor: “I wanna talk to you about the smoke coming from your chimney.”

Friend: “What about it?”

Neighbor: “Well, it’s drifting over to my house and causing my family breathing problems.”

Friend: “Well, you smoke.”

Neighbor: “Well, I smoke outside.”

Friend: “So does my chimney.” *Carries on shoveling, signaling the end of the conversation.*