Speeding along at 60, there was a buzz from my mobile on the dashboard.
"Your phone just went," said my wife.
"It's only a text," I replied. "I'll check it when we get there."
She picked up the phone, and looked at it suspiciously. Then she tapped the screen, scrolled down and started reading. "I thought so," she sneered. "It's yet another crap joke from Dave about women being bad drivers."
"Watch the fucking road," I snapped. "You just ran a red light."