Today, my wife crashed the car again. When the police arrived, she was furious, pacing beside the dented bumper and blaming a reckless driver. She insisted he was on his phone and even drinking a beer while sitting in his car.
I looked over and saw a man slouched in the driver’s seat, phone on his lap and sipping a can. The officer tried to keep a straight face but finally told my wife, “Ma’am, you hit a parked car.”
The silence was awkward. Then the officer revealed the “driver” was actually a cardboard cutout used for police training — no phone, no beer. My wife turned bright red, barely able to respond.
The officer chuckled and said this mistake happens more often than you’d think. Needless to say, the ride home was very quiet — and I couldn’t help but smile.