This morning on the M4,
I looked over to my left and there was a WOMAN !!
in a brand new Ford Territory doing 100 k 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 pants,
and disconnected an important call.
Damn women drivers
