Quote by Rodney Dangerfield

My wife isn't very bright. The other day she was at the store and just as she was heading for our car, someone stole it! I said...did you see the guy that did it? She said ... No, but I got the license plate.


My wife isn't very bright. The other day she was at the stor

Summary

This quote is a humorous way of highlighting the perception that intelligence may vary among individuals. The speaker's comment about their wife's lack of brightness suggests that she may not possess quick-thinking capabilities or awareness in certain situations. However, the punchline reveals a surprising twist, as the wife manages to provide useful information by noting the license plate of the thief's car despite her initial inability to see the offender. This anecdote playfully showcases how intelligence can be subjective and highlights the wife's ability to adapt and respond effectively in unexpected circumstances.

By Rodney Dangerfield
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