I knew it was a mistake to let the wife drive.
We'd only traveled 8 metres when she smacked into somebody.
Then somebody smacked into us from behind, and somebody smacked into the somebody who had smacked into us. Jeez.
In the space of 45 seconds we were part of a 12 car pile-up.
Naturally, a group of rubber-neckers appeared from nowhere. They seemed unfazed, like they'd seen it all before.
The wife looked at me sheepishly. 'Do you think this will affect my insurance policy?' she said.
'I doubt it, luv, they're only dodgem cars,' I replied.