Motorway

My wife and I get along just great - except she's a back-seat driver second to none. On my way home from work one day, my mobile phone rang as I merged onto the motorway. It was my wife. By chance, she had entered the motorway right behind me. 'Sweetheart,' she said, 'your indicator is still on. And put your lights on - it's starting to rain.' (w hairston)