DISTRACTED DRIVING
PUBLIC ENEMY?
According to a startled Florida Highway Patrol trooper, Barnes was shaving her bikini area while driving south on the famed Overseas Highway when she crashed into the rear of an SUV March 2.
Ex husband, riding shotgun, held the wheel while she shaved; neither one noticed SUV in front of them.
In the police report obtained by ABC News, the trim job was apparently essential because the arresting officer, trooper Gary Dunick, said the Indiana native told him she was heading to Key West to visit her boyfriend.
The trooper asked her afterward why she didn't hit the brakes when she saw the SUV. She answered bluntly, "I told you, I was shaving."
The article starts off mentioning how Internet punsters, across hundreds of Web sites, celebrated Megan Barnes with the use of her mug shot .......
as the "pubic enemy."
It ends by stating that she was given a ticket for reckless driving, but that her ex-husband......
was "not charged."
Also feel the need to mention that I don't blame her reaction, her irritation with the cops question about her not braking.........
was a "stupid" question.
How they played words "pubic" and "public", I'm sure went over most people's heads; "hypocristy" and "schadenfreude" searing this lady's image, although one of pubic hair, overall effect with her ending up being seen as a "public enemy" rather than a satire about distracted driving.
By focusing on the image of pubic hair, people's take away lesson will be "their distracted driving is acceptable as long as not the worse."
Article reminded me of another word with the letter "P"; definitions heard over the years associated with it's use.
- a pointee that has slept around more than the pointer; not discreet
- someone who will have sex with unattractive people; not discreet
- someone know as a kiss and tell; not discreet
- someone who tell you he's promiscuous; not discreet.
Just like the driver of the SUV, also was rear ended one early evening as I was returning home from work. While turning into my own driveway, remember reflexively bracing myself for impact; believing this was going to be bad. There was no mistaking that sound, as tires left their mark, of a driver who had just slammed the brakes. It was the only warning I had.
Stepping out of my JEEP, panic briefly upon seeing the shattered windsheild of the car that plowed into the corner of mine. The thought of someone seriously injured quickly dissipated as my gaze fixated on a metallic blue cellphone that appeared, clutched in a left hand, struggling to deflate the airbag. It's owner, a little redheaded emory student, steps out saying she's okay; me standing there no longer concerned about her well being, my presence yet to be acknowledged........
wanting to kill her!
Followed her as she walks around to the other side of her car and opens the passenger door. Seeing white smoke coming up from underneath the dashboard, although knew most likely from the airbags being set off, was not one hundred percent sure this wasn't the start of a fire. Out of concern, I asked the student if she had been smoking; thinking possiblity of a stray cigarette.
Having found my question offensive, should have seen the look given me, that stare, as she spoke her first words to me as the intended receiver instead of party to the conversation.
Words spoken,
"I DON'T SMOKE ANYTHING,"
with the style and grace like that of a truly clueless bitch!
Looky who we have here!
"LITTLE MISS MADD"
herself,"
I thought to myself when it started raining again.
acknowledged.
Priority;
no longer an option.
Seeing no need to be entertaining;
even polite.
Will be ......INSIDE,
fixing myself a DRINK!"
promiscuous
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