I have a friend who delivers babies at home. She's fully trained and licensed and a very nice lady.
A few days ago I saw her car on the side of the road with the flashers on. I stopped and asked what the problem was.
"The transmission's about gone, I can only do 20 miles an hour. And Mrs. Jackson is in labor, I have to get over there."
"Take my car, I'll nurse yours back to your house and my wife can pick me up there."
She took off in my Audi and I got in her Chevy. As I was chugging down the road at a snail's pace it suddenly struck me.
"Here I am, 65 years old, and I'm finally driving a midwife crisis car!"
A few days ago I saw her car on the side of the road with the flashers on. I stopped and asked what the problem was.
"The transmission's about gone, I can only do 20 miles an hour. And Mrs. Jackson is in labor, I have to get over there."
"Take my car, I'll nurse yours back to your house and my wife can pick me up there."
She took off in my Audi and I got in her Chevy. As I was chugging down the road at a snail's pace it suddenly struck me.
"Here I am, 65 years old, and I'm finally driving a midwife crisis car!"