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Driving to my office this morning on Interstate 75, I looked over my shoulder to the left and there was an attractive woman in a brand new Mustang, with her face up next to the rear view mirror putting on her eye makeup. I looked away for a few seconds, and when I looked back, there she was halfway over in my lane, still working on her eyeliner.

It scared me so bad I dropped my electric shaver, which knocked the Krispy Creme out of my other hand. In all the confusion of trying to straighten out the car with my knees against the steering wheel, it knocked my cell phone away from my ear which fell into my Starbucks coffee between my legs, splashed and burned BIG BOB and the TWINS, ruined the phone and disconnected an important call.

DAMN WOMEN DRIVERS .......... ! ! !