One really hot night, we went to a dance and my husband went out to get the car. When I saw the car drive up I hopped in, hiked my skirt way up to my mid thigh and started fanning it out, to get some cool air moving because I was melting from the heat.
You can imagine my dismay when I looked over and saw not my husband sitting there, but some strange man staring at me like I'd lost my mind.
OOPS.
"It's a hot one, isn't it?" I said.
"Sure is."
When I went to reach for the handle, his wife was just opening the car door and the look on her face could have struck me dead.
"My mistake." I told her as got out.
"Good luck." I said to the driver.
Watson