Driving test
My wife arrived back from her driving test today.
"So," I asked excitedly, "how did you get on?"
"Not good," she replied. "He failed me."
"Oh dear," I said sympathetically. "It can't be that bad, what did he pull you up on?"
"A rope," she replied.
"So," I asked excitedly, "how did you get on?"
"Not good," she replied. "He failed me."
"Oh dear," I said sympathetically. "It can't be that bad, what did he pull you up on?"
"A rope," she replied.
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