This afternoon, the family decided to head into a neighboring town to do a little browsing. (I know...you envy my thrilling life.) As we were headed into said neighboring town, we noticed that the driver in the red pickup truck in front of us seemed agitated. He'd do a quick jerk of the wheel, he'd throw his head back, his arms would move. My husband actually asked me if I noticed if that guy looked upset, but we couldn't see anyone else in the car, and he didn't have a cell phone up to his ear or anything. Maybe a bluetooth? Singing along with death metal? We were perplexed...
...until two seconds later when he picked up his arm and a female lifted her head from his crotchal region and sat back up in her seat.
Aha! Of course! We both started laughing...and we laughed and laughed. And that laughter naturally piqued the curiosity of our son sitting in the back seat who asked us what was so funny. Then we laughed even harder because there was absolutely nothing that we could tell him about that situation. We made up some lame excuse that I'm sure he didn't buy, but he dropped it nonetheless.
Eventually we passed the truck, hoping the guy at least looked happy, but alas...the very homely man looked like he was just going about his business as his female companion picked things out of her hair.
Somewhat of a disappointment. If you're going to risk your lives for an orgasm, at least have a damn smile on your face.
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