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.
Damn women drivers
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