Dear Sir,
Please accept my apologies for scaring the bejesus out of you when I mistook you for my husband. See, I had just finished therapy after a long ten-hour day, and if you know anything about this therapy business, you know I was a bit discombobulated. So, when I saw your Pilot out of the corner of my eye while walking home tonight, I thought, "Surely that's not Ben - he couldn't have finished laundry that quick!" But then I heard you honk and thought I had underestimated my husband's ability to speed launder. Now I realize that honk was a "Please move out of my driveway" honk, not a "Hey, it's me - get in" honk that I mistook it for. So, really, you can hardly blame me when I walked around to the passenger side door and tried to open it. Now, you might have reason to blame when I tried to open the door a second time, after you had locked it and moved the car forward a few feet. But you can just blame my husband for that one, too - he's always pulling that crap on me. Anyway, I hope you noticed that I at least had the decency to blush when I realized you were, indeed, not my husband, and how quickly I backed away from the car after that.
In closing, I hope you agree that all's well that ends well and hold no offense.
Sincerely,
Robin Blair
PS If you stop honking at strangers you might be able to avoid this situation in the future.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Almost Accidental Carjacking
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I do hope that he reads this!!!
This is one of many reason why I am anti-horn honking. Actually it is a new reason that I have never considered before, but I thank you for bringing it to my attention.
Maybe he was honking at your sexiness until he decided you were a freaky girl trying to enter his vehicle?
too funny :-)
I love this story so much.
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