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Moishe and Miriam were driving on the freeway when all of the sudden they heard a pop. It was one of their tires.
A kind-hearted motorist saw Moishe struggling to change a tire and he pulled over to see whether he could help. By this time Moishe had a very red face and a dark smear across it where he'd wiped off sweat with dirty hands. His tie was undone and his shirt collar was askew, and it was clear he had also wiped his hands on his once-white shirt. Close to Moishe stood Miriam, who was speaking in quick, agitated tones.
"Hello, there," said the motorist. "Say, I've changed a lot of tires ... maybe I can help here."
"You sure can," Moishe replied wearily. "My wife is an expert, too. If you will just do all the arguing with her about how this tire ought to be changed, I can concentrate on the dirty work and get the job done."