So, my wife managed to crash the car again today. By the time the police arrived, she was already worked up, pacing beside the dented bumper. “That guy was completely reckless!” she snapped, pointing angrily.
“He was on his phone—can you believe that? And on top of it all, he was just sitting there, casually drinking a beer like nothing even happened!”
I looked over, and sure enough, there was a man slumped in the driver’s seat, phone in his lap, calmly sipping from a can like he was relaxing on a sunny afternoon.
The officer, holding his notebook, took a slow breath, clearly trying not to laugh. Then he looked straight at my wife and said, “Ma’am… you hit a parked car.”
The silence that followed was unbearable.
My wife stood frozen, her jaw dropping, while I did my best not to laugh. The officer continued, barely holding it together, “And the man you’re upset about?”
He paused, then added, “That’s actually a cardboard cutout we use for training. He wasn’t on his phone—and he definitely wasn’t drinking.”
My wife blinked, her face turning bright red.
I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing as she quietly said, “Well… he looked reckless.” The officer finally cracked a small smile. “Don’t worry, ma’am. It happens more often than you’d think.”
Let’s just say the drive home was very, very quiet.
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