Sam would come by the old barn regularly. His mission seemed to be to needle Joe. It must be admitted, he was very good at that.
Once Joe had me younger brother painting a car of his with a sponge brush and a can of off the shelf paint. Now, I know that's not the best way to paint a car, but it was Grandpa's car and Patrick didn't mind to get paid to paint it however he was told. Sam happened by and exclaimed emphatically, "You can't paint a car like that!"
"The hell I can't!" Joe replied with an incredibly equal incredulity. And the fight was on.
Another time Sam was paying a visit and Joe was going on about something or other which concerned him. When he finished his rant Sam remarked sullenly, "Ah, I don't care, Joe".
Joe barked in response, in an incredibly accurate and proper response, "Yeah, but I do!"
"I just said I don't care!" Sam yelled in reply. And the fight was on.
Similar events occurred countless times over the years. Sam would show up, a conversation would start, sometimes slowly, sometimes explosively, and those two old coots would end up arguing, howling at each other over some kind of nonsense.
The darn thing is, I think they both looked forward to it.