My Wife's Exclusive Passenger Isn't Me

Summary

Early in the morning, I'm doubled over with unbearable stomach pain, so I ask my wife, Mandy Sanchez, to drive me to the hospital.

Downstairs, just as I reach for the passenger door, she presses her hand against it, stopping me before I can pull it open.

"The passenger seat is Sam's. No one else sits there," she declares.

I just stare at her, wondering if I heard her right.

I paid 300,000 dollars for this car. And now she's telling me I can't ride shotgun because that seat is reserved for another man?

Mandy pulls open the back door and shoves me inside.