I'm in a queue of slow moving traffic, cycling home from my parents. Holding my own space because the road is narrow and not great, and certainly not wide enough or safe enough to consider queue hopping. When I finally get to the traffic lights which are on red, a 4x4 pulls alongside and the conversation goes as follows.
Him: get a car
Me: why do I need 2?
Him: (silence)
Me: on the other hand I could get a 4th bike
Him:
Me: but then my husband would want a 4th bike and we have a hard enough time as it is storing 6 bikes, 8 bikes would probably result in divorce which I guess would mean I only have to store 4 bike (now praying for the lights to change) which would make life a touch easier...
Him: (still silent)
Lights change and we go our separate ways.