On my way home from my part time job in Tallahassee yesterday I encountered a flasher. The older gentleman was standing on the median at a busy intersection. As my car drew even with him he held out his hand and surreptitiously flashed a Trump sticker.
Let me tell you that took me by surprise. I was expecting something more classy, like a glimpse of his wrinkly genitals or a handful of illegal drugs.
I smiled, rolled down my window and as he came toward me I said, “When hell freezes over,” and drove away.
Okay, I realize that wasn’t the most ladylike response I could have made to his political flashing, but I figured it was a case of kit for kat. Meow. 🐱
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 
Ha!
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LMAO!! Let’s hope it stays nice and warm in hell 🙂
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Sure it wasn’t Trump himself?
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He wasn’t orange enough.
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And his hand was larger than the Trump sticker he was flashing.
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What a very odd encounter. Thanks for sharing that story. I thought your response was spot on.
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It was odd. You should have seen his face!
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