Christine and I ran into town to do some errands this morning. We're on our way home, cruising along up the hill past the foothills subdivisions when, well, here's an excerpt:
Christine: "What speed are we traveling at?"
Me: *pause to look at the speedo* "A hundred."
Christine: "I hate you."
Me: "Ninety...eighty.........seventy...(?)"
Christine: "Better."
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