It Ended Badly…

…wasn’t in touch with his feminine side.

(contributed by Helena Handbasket)

After picking me up, we were on our way to dinner and headed out on the turnpike. In a genuine show of machismo and lack of anger management, Mr. Sensitive decides to pursue some clown who had cut him off, and race him. Enter flashing lights and sirens. Mr Sensitive asks me to play sick. State trooper asks, “Where’s the fire?” And in a most unconvincing stammer Mr. Sensitive tells the trooper “I’m trying to rush her home. She doesn’t feel good. -WOMAN TROUBLES-” My jaw goes slack from disbelief and mortification. The officer takes note of my probably comical expression and promptly writes the ticket.

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