This morning on the 405 Freeway, I looked over to my left and there
was a woman in a brand new Cadillac doing 82 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 half way
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 trousers, and disconnected an important call.
Damn women drivers !