Me: You’re driving a little slow, aren’t you sweetheart?
Laura: Not really. I’m going 37 in a 40.
Me: Oh, okay. I guess I’m just not used to getting passed like this in a 40.
Laura: You’re always asking me to slow down, I’m not used to being asked to speed up.
Me: I don’t remember asking you to slow down. When did I do that?
Laura: The last time I drove on the Interstate, I suppose.
Me: You were doing 90 in a 70.
Laura: So?