A drunk is driving through the city and his car is weaving all over the road. A cop pulls him over.
"So," says the cop to the driver, "where've you been tonight?" "I've been to the bar" slurs the drunk. "Well," says the cop, "it looks like you've had quite a few." "I did alright!" the drunk says with a smile.
"Did you know," says the cop, standing straight and folding his arms, "that a few intersections back your wife fell out of your car?" "Oh, thank heavens," sighs the drunk. "For a minute there I thought I'd gone deaf."
. . . . . . Paul