On a bitterly cold winter morning, an Irish husband and his blonde headed wife were listening to the radio during breakfast. They heard the announcer say, “We are going to have 8 to 10 inches of snow today. You must park your car on the even-numbered side of the street, so the snow plows can get through.” So the good wife went out and moved her car.
A week later while they were eating breakfast again, the radio announcer said, “We are expecting 10 to 12 inches of snow today. You must park your car on the odd-numbered side of the street so the snow plows can get through.” The good wife went out and moved her car again.
A week later they are again having breakfast, when the radio announcer says, “We are expecting 12 to 14 inches of snow today. You must park . . . ” Then the electric power went out and the radio went silent.
The good wife was very upset, and with a worried look on her face, she said, “I don’t know what to do. Which side of the street do I need to park on so the snow plow s can get through?”
Then with the love and understanding in his voice that all men who are married to blondes exhibit, the husband replied, “Why don’t you just leave the car in the garage this time.”
(I didn’t see that coming, either.).