A public service announcement: Mothers, teach your daughters not to do this...

I had to go out for something earlier this evening, so I hopped in my car and went down the side street.
I noticed loads of cars parked along the sides of the tiny street and wondered what was up—then I saw about ten or twenty people milling about on the front lawn of the corner house.

There were several girls there in formal gowns, so I imagine that tonight was prom night somewhere. The rest of the folks were all of the grown ups and other family.

One particular girl caught my attention, very attractive and … well built … in a red strapless satin gown.

Suddenly, she decided to emphasize a point in some girly discussion about her dress, and she started sliding her hands over her breasts and squeezing them, facing me, about fifteen feet from my car.

I’m absolutely certain of two things: my car was still moving, and I didn’t hit anything. I’m fortunate that I was already slowing down for the stop sign, but I was sure distracted.

Mothers, teach your daughters not to do this! It will prevent plenty of accidents.

See why you need a video camera at all times?

Um, wow. Here I thought that was the sort of thing that didn’t have to be taught, or else was taught in kindergarten, before such fondling was hazardous to local drivers.

It’s a little hard to teach kindergarten girls not to fondle their breasts.