Yeppers, farding while driving stinks!
I’ve often related this incident about farding: I was behind a woman on Cameron Street going into Harrisburg, PA in the morning rush hour. The lady in front of me was first in line at the red light in the left hand through lane. I watched as she pulled out her hairspray, looked into the mirror with a cigarette standing straight up in her mouth. All of a sudden a giant yellow flame ball flashed in the car and she was hysterically smothering the flames around her (which were out, the flash didn’t do much more than singe the curls) The light turned red and I went into left hand turn lane, got in front of her and continued on. The STUPID BURNS.