I hate rush hour what the hell is the hold up. I'm only three exits away now, almost home. Were creeping along then I hear the siren blaring , what the hell now? It stop close to the exit as I creep along in my car I come up to the scene. I see a very pregnant woman on the side of the road with her dress hiked up, I'm seeing her big belly and her butt. Every couple of seconds i see her squat, my eyes widen. Is she trying to push that baby out on the side of the highway? Traffic is not moving at all. Everyone is looking I even see few people pull over. The guys from the ambulance are trying to get her on the gurney and she is pushing them away so she could squat. The police is on the scene but they are not doing good job at comforting her. The woman is trying to run away from them with a baby that might fall out of her. I'm look to see if I see her hubby, man someone with her, she is by herself in massive pain and trying to push the baby out on the side of the road. I want to laugh because this is not normal at all. Another cop car pulls up this time a female officer gets out. She rushes over to the lady and touches her belly. She motions to the EMT to get a sheet. She covers the lady tells her something in her ear. The pregnant lady grabs on to the officer she lets out a loud groan and squats again. She reaches between her legs and she is holding a baby. The EMT jumps into action "MOVE ALONG!" one of the officers shouted in the blow horn I snapped out of my daze. Did I just witness child birth on the damn high way? What the hell type of twilight zone shit is this. I have to get home.
A few yards ahead I see the flashing lights and the ambulance zoom past me on the side shoulder of the highway. Two exits away. Yes god please get me home, I can taste my wine now. I am about to exit, I spring to life. I merge over to the right to get off . This asshole again cuts in front of me ,what is his problem? Is he following me? I try to cut him off and BOOM I hit his bumper. His eyes open up like sauces. I scream FUCK he continue to drive. I follow, he pulls into a little plaza that has a nail salon a pizza place and a dinner he pulls into the lot and hop out the car. He is fine as hell he is about 6 "3" he looks mixed, maybe hispanic or or Italian I could not quite figure it out. He looks as if he had on a suite minus the jacket. He was dressed in gray slacks with a brown belt and shoes that matched his belt, a pale baby blue button down shirt with a tie that looks like it had gray, blue and brown. My mouth dropped open. He looked like a model with thick black eyebrows and clean shaven he had the sexiest hazel brown eyes with long lashes, why the hell do the men have the best lashes, I don't get it. He looks fresh out of a magazine. He gets out smiling, he looks at the back of his car. Thats when I looked at his bumper. I was amazed by how good looking he was I didn't realize I had not gotten out of the car. He leans back on his car and puts his hands in his pocket he is perfect . DAMN he looks like he is posing for me is he modeling the close or the car, I'm SOLD I want both, he's smiling at me with beautiful white teeth, I snapped out of it. I get out the car. I'm looking good my damn self. I have my long black hair mid back length parted down the middle, make-up still perfect from my long horrible day with a little gloss on my lip. I stepped out my Mercedes in my tailored black Donna Karen dress that is fitted to my shapely body in my black stiletto heels bout five inches. I slammed my door bent down and look at my car, nothing. I storm over to him and asked "What the hell is your problem, why the hell you keep cutting me off?" At this point I'm standing in front of him OMG he is perfect.
