The Blonde and the Snowplow

>Bill and his wife Cindy live up north. One winter morning while
> >listening
> > >to the radio, they hear the announcer say, "We are going to have
> >4-6
> > >inches
> > >of snow today. You must park your car on the even numbered side of
> >the
> > >street,
> > >so the snowplow can get through".
> > >
> > >Cindy goes out and moves her car. A week later while they are eating
> > >breakfast, the radio announcer says," We are expecting 6-8 inches
> >of snow
> > >today. You
> > >must park your car on the odd numbered side of the street, so the
> >snowplow
> > >can get through."
> > >
> > >Cindy goes out and moves her car again. The next week they are
> >having
> > >breakfast again, when the radio announcer says" We are expecting
> >8-10
> > >inches of
> > >snow today. You must park... " Then the electric power goes out.
> > >
> > >Cindy is very upset, and with a worried look on her face she says,
> >"Honey,
> > >I
> > >don't know what to do. Which side of the street do I need to park
> >on so
> > >the
> > >plow can get through?"
> > >
> > >With the love & understanding in his voice, like all men who are
> >married
> > >to
> > >blondes exhibit, Bill says, "Why don't you just leave it in the
> >garage
> > >this
> > >time.?"
> > >