Picture this: I’m walking into a hotel with my mistress when I spot my father-in-law’s car. Instant panic! I cancel our plans immediately, but I’m so mad that on my way out, I break both his side mirrors. Take that!
Next day, I casually mention to him, “Saw your car at the hotel yesterday – shame about those mirrors.” His face goes pale. “That wasn’t me,” he says slowly. “Your mother-in-law borrowed my car.” Cue record scratch sound. Turns out my brilliant cover-up just created a whole new problem – now I have to explain to my wife why her mom’s car was vandalized outside a hotel!
