The first involves a little old lady and a Cadillac.
My family and I had just arrived on the island of Hilton Head (South Carolina, for those of you who might not be familiar with American geography). We were driving down the road, when this big old white Cadillac cut in front of us. Its hazard lights were on.
"What the heck?" I said. Then I looked in the car. In the front seat was a little old lady who literally could not see over the steering wheel. Her white-haired head came only half way up to the wheel. There was no way she could see what she was doing!
"We need to give this character a wide berth!" I said.
We watched as she weaved in and out of traffic, speeding her way down the road, tailgating people until they moved out of her way. I had no idea how she managed not to hit anyone, because most of the time, she was driving right on the line, taking up two lanes.
The scene was so funny, I just started laughing.
"Mama?" my son, Bubba, asked. "Why are her hazard lights on?"
"Because she's warning everyone that she's a hazard on the road!"
(I wonder if the Little Old Lady from Hilton Head is related to the Little Old Lady from Pasadena?)