Driving to the office 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
for a couple seconds
and when I looked back she was
halfway over in my lane,
still working on that makeup.
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 theTwins,
ruined the damn phone,
soaked my trousers,
and disconnected an
important call.
Darn women drivers ! !
