Christie insisted that she had to arrive at the rally on time, but as the chauffer dropped her off, she suggested to him that he should go back to the farm house, apologise for the accident, and offer to pay for the damages. Several hours later, the driver returned, with all his clothes torn, holding a bottle of wine in one hand, lacy panties in the other, lipstick all over his face and shirt, and swaying left to right as he walked. Christie scolded the driver, "How dare you leave me here waiting! You've been drinking too! What happened at that farm?" "Well, the farmer gave me this bottle, his wife kissed me, and his beautiful 19 year old daughter made passionate love to me!"
"What the hell?" exclaimed Christie. "What did you tell them?" "I said, 'Hi, I'm Christie Whitman's driver and I just killed the cow!'"
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