Mirror, mirror, on the seat.

This may come as somrthing of a shock to some of you, but my wife Susan is widely considered the more mature one in the marriage. She is seen as the sober, responsible yin to my yang.
Ha!
The other day, I came home from work and pulled in next to Sue's car. I glanced over and noticed the rear-view mirror sitting on the front seat.
When I asked her about it, she said it had fallen.
"You mean, it just fell, just dropped from the window, just like that?'' I said.
"Yes,'' she replied, ''that's exactly what happened...''
I was about to take her at her word, for this is indeed a world of strangeness and anomaly, but perhaps she detected a note of skepticism playing across my face.
"...right after I accidentally hit it with my umbrella,'' Sue said, eyes downcast, a sheepish smile on her lips.
"What are you, six years old?'' I said, laughing. You couldn't just say that first?''
It's good to know that the mature one can slip into pre-adolescent responsibility avoidance now and again.
God knows, it's where I spend most of my time.