Jim was annoyed when his blond

Jim was annoyed when his blonde wife told him that a car had backed intoher, damaging a fender, and that she hadn’t gotten the license number.”What kind of car was he driving?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I never can tell one car from another.”

At that, Jim decided the time had come for a learning course, and forthe next few days, whenever they were driving, he made her name each carthey passed until he was satisfied that she could recognize every make.

It worked. About a week later she bounded in with a pleased expressionon her face. “Darling,” she said. “I hit a Buick!”