Or, keeping busy during a traffic jam or jelly I was caught in horrible traffic yesterday. Stuck, unmoving, for literally minutes! Many of them!! It was awful !! At least I'd heard about it and left early enough so that I got to where I was going in time. Being on time is VERY important when you have paid in advance for a tee time.
Anyway, I was stuck behind this bright yellow Mustang. I had plenty of time to study this woman. She made it easy to want to study her. She was on the phone a lot. She gesticulated a lot while on the phone. Her unhappiness at the traffic situation was evident through her gesticulations.
And she chewed gum. She chewed with a vigor, with evident enthusiasm, with gusto. She was totally a chewing gum champ, or champette. Remember when Calvin went a chewing gum rant, Lecturing Hobbs on the intricacies of chewing gum and subcribing to Chewing Gum Monthly, and Gum Chewing Quarterly? I bet this woman still subscribes... I've never thought about it before, but what if gum chewing ability and oral sex ability have a causal relationship?
Please take this opportunity to reflect on the fact that people see you in your car, and that they can snap a quick photo of you if they're of a mind. You've been warned...
4 comments:
It seems to me that someone who chomps and chews on gum would not be someone you'd want near your gentilia.
Unless they are toothless, of course.
I bet it would be good if'n I could spell them thar big words.
Thank God -- for a minute there I thought you were going to say the picture was of you being stuck in traffic and you were outing yourself as really a woman.
That would have been more than I could take in this week of white-knuckling blogglessness.
I've out'ed myself enough for this week...
Even-Handed Hope, just start a new blog! Name is something totally off the wall and continue in that vein!
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