A married couple is driving down the highway at a steady 40 mph. The husband is focused on the road, hands steady on the wheel.
Out of nowhere, the wife says:
“We’ve been married more than twenty years… but I want a divorce.”
The husband doesn’t respond. Instead, the speedometer creeps up to 45 mph.
“I don’t want you trying to change my mind,” she insists. Still no reply—just 55 mph now.
She goes further:
“I’ve been seeing your best friend. And he’s a much better lover than you.” The husband’s jaw tightens, but he keeps his silence.
“I want the house,” she demands. The car pushes to 60 mph.
“I’ll take the car too,” she adds. Up to 65 mph.
“And don’t forget the bank accounts, credit cards, and the boat!”
By now, the car is drifting toward a massive concrete bridge. Uneasy, she finally asks:
“Isn’t there anything you want?”
At last, the husband speaks—calm and steady.
“No. I already have everything I need.”
“Oh really?” she snaps. “And what’s that?”
He smiles slightly.
“The airbag.”