“HEY!!!!
The catcall opened Harvey’s
heavy eyes and he quickly tried rectifying the wheel.
“Are we there yet?” his daughter asked sarcastically as
Harvey fought with the highway’s shoulder.
Cruel and evil like her smart-ass mother he fantasized
putting his hands around her chicken neck and squeezing for all he was worth.
“He drives like he does ev-er-y-thing else,” said his wife
“sleepy, slow and stoooo-pid”.
They snickered.
And Harvey sunk even lower into
his seat.
Exit
181, 1/2 mile ahead... sat the Pee Dee rest stop.
Where Harvey
reclaimed his manhood, slipping out the backdoor and into the woods right after
flushing the keys.
