This morning on the
Interstate,
I looked over to
my
left and there was
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 conf usion 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 !
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