Perfect Man, Perfect Woman

Once upon a time, a perfect man and a perfect woman met. After a perfect
courtship, they had a perfect wedding. Their life together was, of course,
perfect.


One snowy, stormy Christmas Eve, this perfect couple were driving
their perfect car (a Grand Caravan of course) along a winding road, when they
noticed someone at the side of the road in distress. Being the perfect couple,
they stopped to help.


There stood Santa Claus with a huge bundle of toys. Not wanting to disappoint
any children on the eve of Christmas, the perfect couple loaded Santa and his
toys into their vehicle.


Soon they were driving along delivering the toys. Unfortunately, the driving
conditions deteriorated and the perfect couple and Santa Claus had an accident.


Only one of them survived the accident. Who was the survivor?


The perfect woman survived. She's the only one who really existed in the first
place. Everyone knows there are no Santa Claus and no such thing as a perfect
man.


****Women stop reading here, that is the end of the joke. Men keep
scrolling****.


So, if there is no perfect man and no Santa Claus, the perfect
woman must have been driving. This explains why there was a car accident.


By the way, if you're a woman and you're reading this (most of you are), this
illustrates another point: women never listen.