Peep Show

The heat wave here in the Twin Cities has been relentless. The enthusiasm that we Minnesotans normally exert with the onset of warmer weather has waned. We are being forced back inside.

Yesterday we experienced a brief hiatus from the oppressive temperatures… a slight breeze began to blow. It was heavenly and the patios in downtown Minneapolis once again began to fill up and smiles returned the faces of its fine citizens.

Downtown was where I was heading... to meet a friend for drinks after work.

I was driving along I-94 when a big blue van started pacing along side my car. I didn’t notice it at first, but eventually I looked over at the driver and passenger. They were middle-aged men who were both looking down into my car… at me. I looked ahead and thought to myself, “why are they staring at me?”

It was extremely uncomfortable and I could see out of the corner of my eye that they were still staring down at me. This went on for over a minute (which is an eternity when you’re driving). I was starting to get mad, when I inadvertently glanced down at the front of my shirt.

(Oops!) Because of the way I had sat down in my car, my loose fitting sleeveless V-neck silk shirt gaped wide open. The two gentlemen in the van next to me had a clear and unobstructed view of the front of my bra and boobies.

I started steering my car with my knees and adjusted my blouse. The men knew they were caught and promptly sped away. The peep show was over! Although I can’t imagine that the size of my assets provided much entertainment. (I know I’d be disappointed.)

However, as they sped away, I noticed a logo on the side of their van. It said, “First Baptist Church”.

Classic!