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A gorgeous day, I let Bosslady (my avatar) take me for a highway run.
I scrunched down in the seat, why spoil the image of a blonde carpe-ing the diem in a Cobra?
Besides the usual honks, waves, and thumbs-ups, one trucker was particularly persistant. He finally worked his way into the right lane next to us and rolled down his window.
I smiled up at him from just over the door and he screamed, "Your brake lights are out!!!"
Confirmed by a friendly cop in the next town.
Kinda took the wind out of the afternoon's sails.
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