Why? Why are the mobile oldies always either in front of me, doing 25 in a 45 zone, or tailgating me, desperately trying to attach their front bumper to my trailer hitch?Words of wisdom to the bejeweled, dragon-lady-fingernailed, Virginia Slims-inhaling, ancient Joan Collins wannabe who usurped my rear view mirror on the way home this evening: if your flappy neck wattles belie your Social Security benefits eligibility, no amount of Miss Clairol "Reddest Mahogany Red" is going to convince anyone you're still forty. Now take your foot off the gas pedal!
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