While driving to the Spa this morning on Interstate 5, 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 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 Mr. Happy and the Twins,
ruined the damn phone, soaked my trousers, and disconnected an important
call.
Damn women drivers !