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10-30-2002, 09:44 PM
QUICK DIVORCE NEGOTIATION
Courtesy of Marcia Clark
A married couple is driving along a highway doing a
steady eighty kilometres per hour. The wife is behind the
wheel. Her husband suddenly looks across at her and
speaks in a clear voice. "Darling," he says. "I know
we've been married for twenty years, but I want a
divorce."
The wife says nothing, keeps looking at the road ahead
but slowly increases her speed to ninety kph.
The husband speaks again. "I don't want you to try and
talk me out of it," he says, "because I've been having an
affair with your best friend, and she's a far better
lover than you are."
Again the wife stays quiet, but grips the steering wheel
more tightly and slowly increases the speed to one
hundred and ten.
He pushes his luck. "I want the house," he says
insistently.
Up to 120.
"I want the car, too," he continues.
130 kph.
"And," he says, "I'll have the bank accounts, all the
credit cards and the boat."
The car slowly starts veering towards a massive concrete
flyover. This makes him a wee bit nervous, so he asks
her: "Isn't there anything you want?"
The wife at last replies - in a quiet and controlled
voice. "No, I've got everything I need." she says.
"Oh, really?" he enquires, "so what have you got?"
Right before they slam into the wall at 160 clicks, the
wife turns to him and smiles. "The airbag."
Courtesy of Marcia Clark
A married couple is driving along a highway doing a
steady eighty kilometres per hour. The wife is behind the
wheel. Her husband suddenly looks across at her and
speaks in a clear voice. "Darling," he says. "I know
we've been married for twenty years, but I want a
divorce."
The wife says nothing, keeps looking at the road ahead
but slowly increases her speed to ninety kph.
The husband speaks again. "I don't want you to try and
talk me out of it," he says, "because I've been having an
affair with your best friend, and she's a far better
lover than you are."
Again the wife stays quiet, but grips the steering wheel
more tightly and slowly increases the speed to one
hundred and ten.
He pushes his luck. "I want the house," he says
insistently.
Up to 120.
"I want the car, too," he continues.
130 kph.
"And," he says, "I'll have the bank accounts, all the
credit cards and the boat."
The car slowly starts veering towards a massive concrete
flyover. This makes him a wee bit nervous, so he asks
her: "Isn't there anything you want?"
The wife at last replies - in a quiet and controlled
voice. "No, I've got everything I need." she says.
"Oh, really?" he enquires, "so what have you got?"
Right before they slam into the wall at 160 clicks, the
wife turns to him and smiles. "The airbag."