Here's the scene outside my window (sketched from life).

A guy with a backpack leaf blower is blowing some dust and gravel around.
His buddy, a mower guy, goes past. The leaf-blow guy starts blowing his hair, and the mower guy doesn't seem to mind. He stands there and seems to enjoy it.

Then the mower guy leans over and lifts up his shirt a little.
The air velocity of a backpack blower is about 200 miles per hour, enough to put a rippling dent in the mower guy's butt.
Then they go back to work. And so do I.