Driving to the office this morning on the Interstate, I looked over to
my
left and there as a woman in a brand new Cadillac doing 65! mph with
her
face up next to her rear view mirror putting on her eyeliner.
I looked away for a couple seconds and when I looked back she was
halfway
over in my lane, still working on that makeup.
As a man, I don't scare easily. But she scared me so much; I dropped my
electric shaver, which knocked the donut out of my other hand. In all
the
confusion of trying to straighten out the car using my knees against
the
steering wheel, it knocked my cell phone away from my ear which fell
into
the coffee between my legs, splashed, and burned Big Jim and the Twins,
ruined the damn phone, soaked my trousers and disconnected an important
call.
Damn women drivers!!
my
left and there as a woman in a brand new Cadillac doing 65! mph with
her
face up next to her rear view mirror putting on her eyeliner.
I looked away for a couple seconds and when I looked back she was
halfway
over in my lane, still working on that makeup.
As a man, I don't scare easily. But she scared me so much; I dropped my
electric shaver, which knocked the donut out of my other hand. In all
the
confusion of trying to straighten out the car using my knees against
the
steering wheel, it knocked my cell phone away from my ear which fell
into
the coffee between my legs, splashed, and burned Big Jim and the Twins,
ruined the damn phone, soaked my trousers and disconnected an important
call.
Damn women drivers!!
