Today as I crept in morning traffic on my way to work, I was behind a Jeep Cherokee. It was obviously a "Mom" vehicle, because the back windshield proudly displayed a sign reading, "Drive Safely, My Munchkin is on Board." MY MUNCHKIN? Are you serious?
Now I have to see the woman who proudly describes her offspring as a character from the Land of Oz. Since I'm exiting the freeway anyway, I begin to pull up beside her. Safely secured in the back seat is a baby seat - no doubt the Munchkin throne. But my attention is quickly diverted to Mom, who is behind the wheel, lighted sun visor flipped down as she applies a layer of mascara to her eyes. How safe can "Her Munchkin" be as she pumps the brakes and plumps her lashes at the same time?
All this would be bad enough - but sitting next to her in the passenger seat is a pre-teen girl. A daughter perhaps? Another Munchkin who's just a bit older? The girl has the identical, passenger-side lighted sun visor in full-action mode and is ALSO applying eye makeup. The front seat of the Cherokee looks like backstage at a Revlon fashion show. Strike a pose, Ladies - they're ready for their close-ups, Mr. DeMille!
So I'm guessing when Tweeny-bopper gets HER license, we can look forward to another rolling Mary Kay party...or perhaps "Texting While Driving" lessons? Munchkins beware!
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