Damn Women Drivers - How One Man Copes
morning on I- 95, 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
looked away for a couple seconds and when I looked back she was halfway over in
my lane, still working on that makeup.
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.
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 trousers and disconnected an important call.