mailboxkillR
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Driving to the office this morning on the interstate,
I looked over to my left. There was a woman in a
brand new Mustang, doing 65 miles per hour, with
her face up next to her rearview 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 that I dropped my electric shaver, which
knocked the doughnut out of my other hand. In all
the confusion of trying to straighten out the car
using my knees against the steering wheel,
my cell phone fell away from my ear,
landed in the coffee between my legs,
splashed and burned Big John and the Twins,
ruined the damn phone and disconnected an important call.
Damn women drivers.
I looked over to my left. There was a woman in a
brand new Mustang, doing 65 miles per hour, with
her face up next to her rearview 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 that I dropped my electric shaver, which
knocked the doughnut out of my other hand. In all
the confusion of trying to straighten out the car
using my knees against the steering wheel,
my cell phone fell away from my ear,
landed in the coffee between my legs,
splashed and burned Big John and the Twins,
ruined the damn phone and disconnected an important call.
Damn women drivers.