Driving to the office this morning on the motorway, I looked over to
my left and there was a woman in a brand new 4 x 4 doing 65 mph with
her face up next to her rear view mirror putting on her mascara.
I looked away for a couple seconds and when I looked back she was
halfway over in my lane, this time puuting on eye-shadow, then lipstick.
As a man, I don’t scare easily. But she scared me so much; I dropped
my electric shaver, which knocked the Big Mac 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 mobile phone away from my ear which fell
into the coffee between my legs, splashed, and burned my Tallywacker & Niagra’s, ruined the damn phone, soaked my trousers, and disconnected an
important call.
Damn women drivers ! !