- Nov 24, 2000
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A married couple is driving along a highway doing a steady forty
miles per hour. The wife is behind the wheel. Her husband
suddenly looks at her and says. "Darling, I know we've been
married for twenty years, but I want a divorce."
The wife says nothing, keeps looking at the road ahead, but
slowly increases her speed to 45 mph. The husband speaks again.
"I want the house," he says insistently.
Again the wife stays quiet, but increases the speed to 55.
He pushes his luck. "I want the car too," adds. Now 65 mph.
"And," he says, "I'll have the bank accounts, all the credit
cards and the boat." The car slowly starts veering towards a
massive concrete wall. This makes him kind of nervous, so he
asks her: "Isn't there anything you want?"
The wife at last replies - in a quiet and controlled voice. "No,
I've got everything I need," she says.
"Oh, really?" he inquires, "so what have you got?"
Just before they slam into the wall at 80 mph, the wife turns to
him and smiles.
"The airbag."
miles per hour. The wife is behind the wheel. Her husband
suddenly looks at her and says. "Darling, I know we've been
married for twenty years, but I want a divorce."
The wife says nothing, keeps looking at the road ahead, but
slowly increases her speed to 45 mph. The husband speaks again.
"I want the house," he says insistently.
Again the wife stays quiet, but increases the speed to 55.
He pushes his luck. "I want the car too," adds. Now 65 mph.
"And," he says, "I'll have the bank accounts, all the credit
cards and the boat." The car slowly starts veering towards a
massive concrete wall. This makes him kind of nervous, so he
asks her: "Isn't there anything you want?"
The wife at last replies - in a quiet and controlled voice. "No,
I've got everything I need," she says.
"Oh, really?" he inquires, "so what have you got?"
Just before they slam into the wall at 80 mph, the wife turns to
him and smiles.
"The airbag."
