Car Accident

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Jim was annoyed when his blonde wife told him that a car had backed into
her, damaging a fender, and that she hadn't gotten the license number.
"What kind of car was he driving?" he asked. 

"I don't know," she said. "I never can tell one car from another." 

At that, Jim decided the time had come for a learning course, and for
the next few days, whenever they were driving, he made her name each car
they passed until he was satisfied that she could recognize every make.


It worked. About a week later she bounded in with a pleased expression
on her face. "Darling," she said. "I hit a Buick!"

[James Thomas Rook Jr.]

The reason why, at night, Deer will just stand there in the middle of the road, staring at your headlights, as you hit them at 50 MPH, is they are asking themselves "Hmmmmm... is that a Chevrolet, or a Buick?".