A married couple is driving along a highway doing a steady 40 miles per hour.

The husband was behind the wheel, calmly driving down the road.

His wife glanced at him and spoke firmly, “We’ve been married for over twenty years, but I want a divorce.”

He didn’t say a word—just kept his eyes on the road and slowly pressed the accelerator, bringing the speed up to 45 mph.

“I don’t want you to talk me out of it,” she continued. “Because I’ve been seeing your best friend. He’s a much better lover than you.”

Still, the husband stayed silent, his hands tightening around the steering wheel as the car sped up to 55 mph.

Feeling bold, the wife went on.

“I want the house,” she demanded.

The car crept up to 60 mph.

“And I’ll be taking the car, too,” she added.

65 mph.

“I also want all the bank accounts, the credit cards, and the boat,” she said coldly.

The vehicle began drifting slightly toward a massive concrete bridge ahead.

Uneasy now, she asked, “Aren’t you going to say anything? Don’t you want something for yourself?”

Finally, the husband spoke, his voice calm and steady.

“No, I’ve already got everything I need.”

“Oh really?” she asked, confused. “And what exactly do you have?”

Just before the car crashed into the bridge at full speed, he turned to her with a faint smile.

“The airbag,” he said.