My husband and I amuse each other frequently. Tonight after dinner we decided we needed some ice cream. I was nominated to drive because I had not had a beverage yet. I get in his huge pickup and of course have to adjust the seat forward just so I can reach the gas peddle and the steering wheel down.

We successfully get our ice cream sandwiches and he advises that when we get home I need to adjust the seat back because last time he got in after I drove he almost got a punctured Larnyx. Ha now really how is moving the seat going to keep you from getting poked in the throat area? I could do nothing but laugh.