My wife had another car mishap today. It’s becoming an unfortunate routine, but this time, it seemed a little more intense. She was visibly shaken when I arrived at the scene, still holding her phone and pacing around. When the police showed up, she was all riled up, insisting that the man she hit was completely reckless and had been driving irresponsibly,

“He was on his phone!” she fumed, pointing furiously in the direction of the other car. “And to top it off, he was sitting there, drinking a beer! How could anyone be so careless?”The officer, who had been quietly observing the situation, couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at her outburst.

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.