My wife managed to crash the car again today, and by the time the police showed up, she was absolutely fired up. She was pacing back and forth, insisting to the officer that the guy she hit was being totally reckless and irresponsible.
“He was on his phone! Can you believe it?!” she exclaimed, waving her arms. “And to make matters even worse, he was just sitting there, casually sipping on a can of beer!”
The officer stopped writing in his notebook. He took a long, deep breath, trying his best to hold back a smile. He looked her dead in the eye and said:
“Ma’am… he can do whatever he wants… in his own living room.”
