Nothing tests the structural integrity of a fifty-year marriage quite like a sudden, accidental U-turn on a deserted highway.
An elderly couple had been cruising along for nearly forty minutes after lunch when the wife suddenly froze in the passenger seat. “Oh dear,” she stammered. “I just realized I left my reading glasses sitting right on the diner table.”
Finding a gap to turn around took forever, and the drive back was pure psychological warfare. The husband instantly morphed into the ultimate grouchy critic, launching into a ruthless, non-stop lecture about her utter carelessness and lack of responsibility. He ranted, sighed, and gripped the steering wheel in righteous fury, refusing to let her off the hook for a single mile.
Finally, they pulled back into the diner’s gravel parking lot. Desperate to escape the nagging, the wife bolted out of the car and hurried toward the entrance.
Just as she reached for the door handle, the husband rolled down his window and hollered across the lot:
“Hey! While you’re in there, you might as well grab my hat and the credit card!”
