On our tenth anniversary, we were travelling along a winding back road going to one of the finest restaurants in the area (l’Auberge Chez François, for DC area folks). Going around a corner, a car coming the other direction lost control and plowed head-on into us.
The expected screaming, screeching brakes, and tearing metal sounds ensued. When we realized we were alive, and confirmed that the guys in the other car were likewise alive, we naturally got a bit hysterical with relief and babbled that we’d been on the way to celebrate our 10th anniversary.
The driver of the other car said “So, what do you give for the 10th anniversary?”. My spouse replied “Uh, bent metal”.
Shortly afterward, when the police arrived and were filling out the assorted reports, I asked my husband, loudly, “So how are you going to explain this to your wife???”. Had to 'splain that rather quickly, as apparently the policeman didn’t have a sense of humor :eek: 