A
Austin Shackles
Guest
[from elsewhere]
>This morning on the freeway
>
>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
>Big Jim and the Twins, ruined the damn phone,
>Soaked my trousers, and disconnected an
>important call.
>
>Damn women drivers
>This morning on the freeway
>
>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
>Big Jim and the Twins, ruined the damn phone,
>Soaked my trousers, and disconnected an
>important call.
>
>Damn women drivers
