Also known as the lady in front of me.
I tap on the horn. Nothing.
It's 4 A.M., so I don't want to lay on the horn. I get out.
I knock progressively louder on her door and watch her head loll back and forth for 20 seconds as she regains consciousness.
Once she comes to, she makes a steering wheel gesture. Okay. You're driving a car. Good work.
She opens the door and starts to get out. I figure she's gonna hurl.
The car starts to roll.
"Whoa" she says, and stops the car.
Then, door open, one foot on the asphalt, other on the brake, she pulls out her cell phone and, I shit you not, starts texting.
Stunned, all I can think to say is "you know you ordered tacos, don't you?"
"Yeah" she replies, as if I'm pointing out something obvious.
"Umm... Can you pull up or over?"
"Over there?"
"Sure."
Luckily for everyone, once she pulled over, she went inside.
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