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 vanity mirror, (which meant the sun-visor was down), 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 cordless shaver, which knocked the bagel out of my other hand. In the
confusion of trying to straighten out the car using my knees against the steering wheel, it slipped my cell phone off my shoulder and away from my ear which fell into the coffee between my legs, splashed, and burned Big Jm and the Twins, ruined the damn phone, soaked my trousers, and disconnected an
important call.
Damn women drivers! :cuss:
:lol2:
As a man, I don't scare easily but she scared me so much, I dropped my cordless shaver, which knocked the bagel out of my other hand. In the
confusion of trying to straighten out the car using my knees against the steering wheel, it slipped my cell phone off my shoulder and away from my ear which fell into the coffee between my legs, splashed, and burned Big Jm and the Twins, ruined the damn phone, soaked my trousers, and disconnected an
important call.
Damn women drivers! :cuss:
:lol2:
artyon:
