This story
was told by Paul Harvey on the
radio
several years ago ...
A young woman was driving home from work when she
snagged her fender on the bumper of another car. She was in tears
as she explained that it was a new car, only a few days from the
showroom. How was she ever going to explain the damaged car to
her husband?
The driver of the other car was sympathetic, but explained that they
must note each others' license numbers and registration numbers.
As the young woman reached into a large brown envelope to retrieve the
documents, a piece of paper fell out. In a heavy masculine scrawl
were these words: "In case of accident ... remember, honey, it's you I
love,
not the car!"
