We're driving south on 101. A car in front of us is going 45 and weaving.
Me: Watch out for that jerk. I think he's drunk.
Irene: I'll pass him.
Me: Give him a wide berth.
Irene: Where's the coppers when you need them.
Me: Watch out. What an ass....
Irene: No, look, he's just playing a trumpet.
Me: Oh, well...that's much more interesting than a drunk.
5 years ago