Wife Waits… In The Ditch?

While riding my Harley, I swerved to avoid hitting a deer, lost control and landed in a ditch, banging my head badly.

Dazed and confused, I crawled out of the ditch to the roadside when a shiny new convertible pulled up.

Inside was a beautiful woman who asked,

“Are you okay?”

As I looked up, I noticed her elegant dress and replied,

“I think so,” as I pulled myself up to lean on the car.

She said,

“Get in, and I’ll take you home so I can clean and bandage that nasty scrape on your head.”

“That’s kind of you,” I replied,

“But I don’t think my wife will like that.”

“Oh, come on,” she insisted.

“I’m a nurse. I need to check if you have more scrapes and treat them properly.”

She was really persuasive—and stunning. Feeling shaken and weak, I agreed but added,

“I still don’t think my wife is going to like this.”

We arrived at her place just a few miles away.

After a couple of cold beers and some bandaging, I thanked her and said,

“I feel much better, but I really need to go. My wife is going to be so upset.”

Smiling, she said,

“Don’t be silly! Stay a while. She won’t know anything. By the way, where is she?”

I hesitated before replying,

“My guess is… she’s still in the ditch.”

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