Ralph and Gertrude were sitting at the kitchen table drinking their morning coffee listening to the weather report on the radio.  "There will be three to five inches of snow today and a snow emergency has been declared,” the announcer said. “You must park your cars on the odd numbered side of the streets to allow room for snow plows to operate.”

Ralph immediately stood up, grabbed his keys and headed for the door.  “Guess I'd better go do that right now while I'm thinking about it,” he said, as much to himself as to his devoted spouse.

A few days later, they were having their morning coffee again. During the morning newscast the weatherman announced, “Well, folks, it looks like there's another winter storm on the way. We’re expecting anywhere from two to four inches this time, and City Hall is asking residents to park their cars on the even numbered side of the streets to accommodate the street crews.” 

Upon hearing the report Ralph rose to his feet, got his keys and headed for the door. "Be right back, sweetheart,” he said as he walked past Gertrude and into the cold winter morning.

Three days later there was yet another storm on the way, and the weatherman announced as much as six to eight inches of snow was expected this time around. But before the weatherman could instruct listeners what side of the street they should park on this time, the power went out.

Ralph panicked. “Oh no,” he cried,  “now what am I going to do?”

In response Gertrude just shook her head, took a sip of her coffee and muttered, “You could try just leaving the dad-gummed car in the garage this time, you blithering idiot!”