Close Call

Yesterday I almost killed some kid.
I was driving home, taking my time. It was finally a nice day again. The sun was warm, the leaves are green and the flowers are in bloom. On the sidewalk on my side of the street a woman was walking her dog. She was wearing shorts and a tee-shirt. I was driving along watching her ass bounce as the dog pulled her along.

Slowly, I drive passed her and slid down the window, but I decided not to say anything. I'm trying to learn some restraint. I would have waved if she looked over at me, but she didn't. So, I roll passed her and moved my glance to the passenger side mirror. I've got to tell you, I love women in tee-shrits and this one did not disappoint. Whoa I said out loud. Look at those!
Her nice melons wer bouncing for all it see, and I was one of the all.

Just then this kid pulls out his driveway on his bike, and I almost killed him or myself. I slammed on the brakes. The car swerved and just missed the kid on one side and a tree on the other. I saw his face and it looked like he thought he was dead.

I looked around for the woman who caused it all and she was nowhere to be seen. Gone.

I don't know if women who go out dressed like that are trying to kill people, or just get attention. I wonder if they are just stupid or unaware. If that kid ended up dead or in the hospital it would have been her fault and she wouldn't have even known about it.