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It was another sweltering day in Phoenix with the temp pushing way past 100. And there I was sitting in rush hour traffic in a convertible. Yes I know it’s dumb to have a convertible there, but I already had it when I moved there.
I was chewing on a big cup of ice and was messing with the radio. Being the klutz that I am, I ended up dumping the ice in my lap. Letting out a shriek I began trying to dig the ice out from under my skirt. I’m doing this for 15 seconds when I hear the man in the next car tell me that this wasn’t the time or the place to be pleasing myself.
Furious, I was about to tell this jerk off when I saw he was a priest. When I finally found the words I tried to explain to him what had happened, but he just looked away, shaking his head. To make matters worse, he happened to be the new priest for the church I go to. Every time I attend mass now he always shoots me dirty looks. I’m seriously considering changing churches now.
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