This morning on the Interstate, 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 phone, soaked my trousers, and disconnected
an important call. Darn women drivers!!
Good one