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On a bitterly cold winter's morning a husband and wife in Glasgow were listening to the radio during breakfast.
They heard the announcer say, "We are going to have 8 to 10 inches of snow today. You must park your car on the even-numbered
side of the street, so the Snow ploughs can get through".
So the good wife went out and moved her car as instructed.
A week later while they are eating breakfast again, the radio announcer said, "We are expecting 10 to 12 inches of snow today.
You must park your car on the odd-numbered side of the street, so the snow ploughs can get through.
The good wife went out and moved her car again.
The next week they are again having breakfast when the radio announcer says, "We are expecting 12 to 14 inches of snow today.
You must park......." Then the power went off.
The good wife was very upset, and with a worried look on her face she said, "I don't know what to do.
Which side of the street do I need to park on so the snow ploughs can get through?"
Then, with all the love and understanding in his voice that men who are married to blondes always exhibit, the husband replied
"Why don't you just leave the bloody car in the garage this time?"
They heard the announcer say, "We are going to have 8 to 10 inches of snow today. You must park your car on the even-numbered
side of the street, so the Snow ploughs can get through".
So the good wife went out and moved her car as instructed.
A week later while they are eating breakfast again, the radio announcer said, "We are expecting 10 to 12 inches of snow today.
You must park your car on the odd-numbered side of the street, so the snow ploughs can get through.
The good wife went out and moved her car again.
The next week they are again having breakfast when the radio announcer says, "We are expecting 12 to 14 inches of snow today.
You must park......." Then the power went off.
The good wife was very upset, and with a worried look on her face she said, "I don't know what to do.
Which side of the street do I need to park on so the snow ploughs can get through?"
Then, with all the love and understanding in his voice that men who are married to blondes always exhibit, the husband replied
"Why don't you just leave the bloody car in the garage this time?"
