After dinner, the old lovebirds hit the road again. Forty minutes down the highway, the wife suddenly gasps, “Oh no—I left my glasses at the diner!” Cue a grand, grumpy U-turn. The husband? Complaining like he just stepped on a Lego, getting crankier by the mile. When they finally roll back into the diner parking lot, the wife darts inside like she’s on a mission. Just as she’s about to open the door, the husband yells from the car, “Hey! While you’re at it, snag my hat and credit card too!” Classic.
