[Downthestretch55]

Wowser! Wowser! Wowser!

Decided to take a drive this afternoon. The danged steering wheel kept going to the right. I'd set it to go straight, and sure enough, it start swerving to the right.
Well, I'm drivin' down this mountain road, trying to keep to the center, fight the right-going steering wheel, radio blasting a Dixie Chick's song, and what do I see on the right shoulder of the road? A blond lady, soaked to the skin from the rain, hair all drooping down, with her thumb stuck out like she needs a ride somewhere. So, of course, the wheel grabs itself out of my hands and, you guessed it, veers over to the right...right to the right side of that road.
Heck, I wasn't even thinking of giving her a ride, but here she comes, runnin' up the right side of the road. What could I do?
Well, tryin' to be polite (cause that's the way I was raised), I push the button to let the passenger side window down. She jumps right in!
OK, now I was a bit rattled. So I ask, where you going?
She didn't say a word. Just sat there.
So, I say, what's your name?
And the wet blond says, Anne Coulter.
Uh huh.
I pull back onto the road and start to drive off.
Out of the bushes, this guy jumps into the back of the pick-up!
I'm a bit spooked by this, so I ask Anne, do you know him?
She says, yes.
Now I'm a little curious about this guy, looking like a drowned Captain Kangaroo in the bed of the pick-up, so I ask, who is he?
She says, John Bolton....the UN guy.
OK, I say.
And where might both of you be going?
With a silly look on that wet blond face, she says, "nowhere".
I guess she was right, cause when they went to get something inside the convenience store while I was gassin' up, I drove off before they came back.
I've gotta get that right turning steering wheel checked.
I hope Anne and John figure out where there going, but nowhere seems about right.

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