his morning on Highway 1, I looked over to my
left and there was a
woman
in a brand new
Mitsi
doing 105 kph



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 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 damn phone,
soaked my trousers,
and disconnected an
important call.
Damn women drivers