SH: Stop! What are you doing?
Me: I'm going to put the proof of insurance in the glove compartment.
SH: No! Don't!
Me: Why not?
SH: Because I have a special way I like to do it.
Me: That you like to put a piece of paper in the glove box?
Me: Oh good grief.*
* This is why I will never re-marry after SH dies.