Originally Posted by pharasz

Tell your co-worker about my wife. She rides with me 18.5 miles into work, gives me a kiss in the parking garage, then rides 18.5 miles back home - alone - in rush hour traffic. She started doing this when we were dating, which is one of the many reasons she is now my wife. And if she gets a flat, she knows how to fix it by herself. And no matter how much I lecture her, she doesn't carry her cell phone.

I love the look on my co-workers face when they ask me who the chick was they saw arriving with me at the parking garage, and I tell them that is my wife. This conversation has occurred several times:
"Oh, so... does she work around here?"
"No, she rides back home."
"All the way back to St Pete?"
"Yeah"
And then their brow crinkles up and their eyes go vacant as they are mentally trying to grasp the enormity of it. They finally give up, shake their head, and walk away.