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Written by Cletus H. Gibson
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Thursday, 10 July 2008 |
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  I know what you're thinking, but I ain't got no problem with women drivers. Not when they're driving. As long as they ain't putting on no makeup or talking on the phone or beating some kid in the back seat while they're trying to drive, I ain't got no problem.
But I got a favor to ask. When you park your car, get the f*ck out of it.
Why you gotta sit there for ten minutes? What's so important? What the hell are you doing?
Here's the problem: The other day I had to go to the Walmarts to get some more toilet paper and cologne. I pulled up and saw a woman sitting in her car. I waited for her to start it up and back out, but she just sat there.
WTF was she doing? She had her foot on the brake but never started her car.
 This was probably parked by a woman.
Again, wtf?
For some damn reason, she'd pulled in and sat there doing god-knows-what for god-knows-how-long. And because she faked me out on the parking space, I was ten minutes late for Wheel of Fortune. I missed the whole first round!
The next time I catch a woman sitting in her car for more than a minute, I'll slash her damn tires.
No, wait, I'll do something worse. I'll follow her in the store, get behind her in line, look at her funny, and tell her she should get the diet stuff. |
Cletus H. Gibson
