Let me explain a little something that I am sure some women can relate to. I am thirty eiaaaa eh hem, something. When you put on your seatbelt you MUST untuck the blouse because it will:
1. Show all your jelly rolls
2. Wrinkle your blouse
3. Show all your jelly rolls
Ok, now where was I? Firemen, yes that's right.
They were approaching my car. My blouse was untucked, hair presentable. Then I happened to glance around in my car. Holy Mother Of God! Sheer panic ensued. I look up and they are getting closer. I wanted to do my part and donate the $1 I had in my purse. My car....my car looked as though someone had been living in it. More precisely, my car looked as tho someone had merely broke into it to EAT in it. Trash everywhere!
This is the point I feel I need to explain before moving on: I have a 6 year old...I am gone for 12 hours a day...I do not have a husband to clean it out...I have a 6 year old. Thank you for understanding.
I kept looking a the firemen, back in my car, firemen, car, firemen, car...I looked like I was feverishly shaking my head as if to say "yes yes yes come and take my dollar".
How did I handle it you ask?
I pretended I didn't see them and drove away.