He tried to keep a straight face, barely suppressing a grin. After a moment of silence, he calmly turned to my wife and replied, “Ma’am… he’s allowed to do that… in his own living room.”There was a long pause as my wife processed his words, and then her face went completely blank,
It took a second for her to realize that she had hit him not while he was driving, but while he was parked in his driveway—sitting comfortably with his beer and phone. At that point, she let out a long sigh, and I could see the color drain from her face.“Well, that’s one way to learn,” she muttered, shaking her head. I couldn’t help but chuckle a little, even though I knew it wasn’t the most ideal situation. Still, it was hard to resist the irony of the moment.