I looked away for a couple seconds to continue shaving 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 had to put on my seat belt and 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 my coffee which was between my legs, splashed, and burned big Jim and the twins. Ruined the damn phone, soaked my trousers, and disconnected an important call.
Damn women drivers!