After polishing off a bottle of wine together, Marge and Diane climbed into the car to head home.
Being on the shorter side, both women were barely tall enough to see over the dashboard.
Still, off they went.
A few minutes later, they approached the first intersection.
The traffic light was bright red…
But the car rolled straight through without even slowing down.
The passenger blinked.
“Maybe I imagined that,” she thought.
“I’m getting older… perhaps it was green after all.”
A minute later…
Another intersection.
Another red light.
Again…
They drove straight through it.
Now she was getting nervous.
“Okay… that definitely looked red.”
Then came a third intersection.
The light was glowing red like a Christmas ornament…
And once again…
Whoosh!
Right through it.
The passenger grabbed the dashboard.
“Marge! Are you out of your mind?!”
“We’ve just run THREE red lights!”
“You could’ve gotten us both killed!”
Marge slowly turned, looking completely confused.
Then she asked,
“…Wait a second…”
“I’m driving?” 😂
