So George goes out on a really windy night to walk over and visit his friend Sam, who is sick in bed. Several hours later, George drags his weary body into Sam's house and collapses on the couch.
"I tell ya, Sam," George says, exhausted, "it is just brutal with that wind out there. For every step I took forward, I was pushed back two."
"Then how in the world did you ever make it over here?" Sam asks.
"Well," George pants, "shortly after I started out I realized it was hopeless and I turned around and headed back home."