Wifey: There’s something wrong with that sign?
Hubby: No need to panic dear, I’m a leftie, so I’m not easily rattled by this tricky sign.
Wifey: Careful dear and be sure to shift to a lower gear, unexpected road ahead.
Hubby: Keep cool love, its but normal for drivers to “expect the unexpected.”
Wifey: Is he waiving his hands?
Hubby: Nope! He’s just telling you to shut up.
Wifey: The spelling is wrong…
Hubby: That’s the result of limited education budget.
Wifey: Oh my Gosh! I don’t want to die yet.
Hubby: Don’t you worry dear, there’s a hospital, a church and a cemetery right after we crossed the sign.
Wifey: Poor town, nobody bothered to give it a name.
Hubby: That’s great, we have discovered a land and will call it Bonie and Clyde town.
Wifey: Are we in Antartica?
Hubby: No wonder dear that you get a “C” grade in Biology.
Wifey: Go straight ahead!
Hubby: Sure, but I’ll drop you by at the intersection, so you can take the left road and have the time to visit your friends.
Wifey! I can’t see no parkway.
Hubby: Look at the sky. it’s a bird, its a plane, no its a parkway.
Wifey: What’s the sign indicates?
Hubby: there’s an amusement park ahead and they’re promoting the “roller coaster” ride.
Wifey: I thought, we only have to fasten our seatbelt, now they’re ordering us to wear helmets.
Hubby: Oh dear, we’re lost, this is not the way to Alabama, Its the Tour de France!
Wifey: The sign says, No left and right turn, you mean to say we have to drive straight ahead and ramped that green house.
Hubby: Shut up dear, no problem, today is Saturday.
Wifey: Which way would we take?
Hubby: I guess it would be thrilling, if we take the slippery road.
Wifey: I told you to take the Inter-state highway. Now we’re in for a big headache.
Hubby: Don’t you worry dear, I saw no police officer so we can take whichever way we like
Wifey: Oh! that was a cute road sign.
Hubby: It would be nicer, if the old lady is the one guiding the old man.
Wifey: See, the authorities are really concern with the pedestrian and motorists safety. This where our taxes go.
Hubby: Are they not digging for gold?
Wifey: That’s a noble way to seek a lost dog.
Hubby: I agree, dog is man’s best friend.
Wifey: Another of those mispelled words.
Hubby: No dear, you got it wrong, the arrow is pointing the right way.
Wifey: Is it okay dear, if we chip-in ten dollars for the foods.
Hubby: Just be sure to get a receipt!
