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Flashing lights
Date Added: December 22nd, 2007
Okay, so I don’t do this all the time, but yesterday I was in a hurry. What woman hasn’t tried to change her clothes while driving? Some women put on make up while driving, some talk on cell phones, some smoke, so why not change my clothes? So there I am, driving down the road at about 45mph. One shirt was pulled up around my neck (in ready position) and I had just begun to pull the other shirt over to provide the cover-up-slide-through when I saw the blue flashing lights behind me. I was petrified. This was it, my desire to save a couple of minutes by changing my clothes on the road was going to get me a ticket. My husband would be so mad. As I slowed down to pull over, I kept trying to think of a way to pull my clothes down. Panic was beginning to set in as I was trying to come up with some good excuse, but I had nothing. Why wasn’t he out chasing bad guys, or pulling over some crazy person driving 100mph. As the cop car with it’s flashing blue lights sailed on past me, I was so relieved. Now I could finish getting dressed and still not be late! In after thought, I know getting dressed while driving is not the smartest thing to do, but women are very good at multi-tasking, right?
Wiper to the rescue!
Date Added: December 17th, 2007
So picture this, we are driving along and it’s snowing like crazy. The windshield is mostly clear, except for that spot right in front on the drivers side. Go figure. Family is all bundled up, heater is cranked, and the kids are impatiently waiting for us to arrive at grandma’s house for the party. The gunked up spot on the windshield appears to be getting worse, and I know I can fix it. So down goes the window, kids hollering that it’s too cold, and I’m trying to flick the wiper blade to flatten it out. Well, after two attempts with no success, I figure the third times the charm. Suddenly the wiper slips free and goes flying by the window. My wife bursts out laughing, and wants to know why I didn’t catch it? I tap on the brakes to slow down and the vegetable tray that we were bringing to grandma’s house dumps over in a guey pile on the Christmas cookies. Definitely a Chicken Pucker moment.