Chapter 64 Shampoo, Much?

• You would think that after two weeks of learning how to drive, I would have gotten the basics. . . at least.
• As I screech to a halt in front of the supermarket, the bumper hits the curb, and the car - the poor car - bounces back, almost hitting another incoming car behind. I realize out of probably ten women, I take the cake for dumb, clumsy driving, because who drives with a pillow underneath them and glues their body to the steering wheel to better see where she's going?
• No big guess there.