What the hail?

I was driving down the Strip at about 2:30 this afternoon when I started hearing clunk-clunk-clunk on my car's hood and roof and trunk. There were white chunks pelting the pavement, cars, and pedestrians.

I grew up in Illinois, then lived in Minnesota for 17 years, so I am fully qualified and certified to recognize ice falling from the sky when it occurs.

But this is Las Vegas. In the desert. In the summer. In the afternoon. When it was 102 degrees. And I'm telling you, there was ice falling out of the sky!

If this isn't literally hell freezing over, it's the next closest thing.