This morning on the Interstate, I looked over to my left and there was a woman
in a brand new Acura doing 65 mph with her face up next to her rear view mirror
putting on her eyeliner. I looked away for a couple of seconds and when I looked
back she was halfway over in my lane, still working on that makeup!
As a man, I don't panic easily. But she scared me so much, that 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 Oscar and the Twins, ruined the damn phone,
soaked my trousers, and disconnected an important call.
Damn women drivers!
in a brand new Acura doing 65 mph with her face up next to her rear view mirror
putting on her eyeliner. I looked away for a couple of seconds and when I looked
back she was halfway over in my lane, still working on that makeup!
As a man, I don't panic easily. But she scared me so much, that 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 Oscar and the Twins, ruined the damn phone,
soaked my trousers, and disconnected an important call.
Damn women drivers!
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