Red Light Smakk
Now I understand many of us take the opportunity to perform some small menial task while sitting at a red light waiting for our green ok to hit the gas. There's changing the radio station, checking your nose in the mirror for danglers, throwing half smiles to nieghboring car bunnies, checking all the mirrors for the po-po before taking another drink - I get this. But I learned another task from checking out some ponytailed pig in a maroon Corolla at the corner of Preston & Arapaho around 1:48pm today (just a little descriptive in case she's a reader). This oinker is halfway out her window clearing out her old hair from her porcupine bristol hair brush like she's freaking streching taffy at the fair. She was jerking out strands of hair clouds from this thing and tossing them right back in the wind to plaster the car behind her. It look like someone had shot a baby wookie that was diving across the car. I was afraid the place was going to turn into a riot if anyone fom Locks of Love would had been stopped at the light. Think about what happens when the poor sap behind her gets home and his wife finds a bundle of blonde long ones under the windsheild wipers - "Were you banging some slut on the car hood?" What a hairy situation that would be....