Daughter called to talk as she was driving home from work today and mentioned that she had “lost” the key to the mailbox. This was so her husband wouldn’t read the advertisements from traffic schools and find out that she had been driving 18 miles per hour over the speed limit (on her way to work) and had a very expensive traffic ticket that she was in the process of paying.
I sympathized, and told her that the only traffic ticket her daddy had found of mine was when I had it hidden in the glove compartment, and he was going through it for some unknown reason.
“Ohmygawd! That’s where my traffic ticket is hidden, too!”
We both have a lead foot, short temper, and a habit of not mentioning things to our spouses if they don’t come right out and say something like “oh, by the way, did you get a $250 speeding ticket today?” Must be genetic.