Throw Her It Out

We came out of the movie last night and Hubby found two calls on his phone from his mother (MIL). He calls her back.

MIL: The light came on on my dash that says my tire pressure is low
Hubby: Uh-huh
MIL: I can't find out what the tire pressure should be.
Hubby: It should be inside the door jam of the driver's side door
MIL: The light came on on the dash
Hubby: Look inside the door
MIL: I looked in the manual and I couldn't find anywhere that it told me what the pressure should be
Hubby: Those manuals just tell you not to drive with your ass sticking out the window. They don't tell you anything.
MIL: The light came on
Hubby: Look inside the door
MIL: Well, the light came on and I looked in the manual but it didn't tell me anything
Hubby: When you get a new car, you should pull the manual out of the glove compartment and take it across the showroom floor and throw it away the first thing
MIL: ...
Hubby: I'll look at it in the morning
MIL: The light came on, you know, and I just didn't know...
Hubby:...

Daughter and I sitting next to him in the truck: So, the light came on, huh?

Do you see why we get frustrated?