Write four lines of prose about: condition.
There's some impressive lightning going on outside right now, looks like on the other side of the lake. Hoping it stays over there, as I can see it better that way.
Plus, you know, keep that downpour crap out of here.
Back at the market tomorrow morning!
"I thought the ad in the paper said the car was in mint condition," I said, more to myself than the nervous bearded man jingling the keys in his left hand.
"Yeah, exactly," he replied, rather unhelpfully.
"Exactly what?" I asked, though I really should have known better.