The husband drives quietly. Suddenly, his wife looks at him and says, “We’ve been married over twenty years, but I want a divorce.”
He stays silent, eyes on the road, slowly speeding up to 45 mph.
She continues, “Don’t try to stop me—I’ve been having an affair with your best friend. He’s a better lover than you.”
Still silent, he tightens his grip on the wheel and speeds up to 55 mph.
She pushes further, demanding, “I want the house.”
The speed climbs to 60 mph.
“I want the car, too,” she adds.
At 65 mph, she demands the bank accounts, credit cards, and the boat.
The car veers toward a concrete bridge, making her nervous. “Isn’t there anything you want?” she asks.
Finally, he replies calmly, “No, I have everything I need.”
Curious, she asks, “What’s that?”
Just before impact, he smiles and says, “The airbag.”
