A seat belt is not always safe.

A friend of mine called me today at work to tell me that she was driving down the interstate and there was a truck driver who kept waving and smiling at her. He was following beside her and every time she changed lanes, so did he. She was on her way to pick up her little girl from daycare, so she really didn't have time for a quicky. But, that's another story for another time.

It reminded me of a time when I was in college that something similar happened to me.

I'm sure every woman out there has been honked at or leered at or whistled at, at some point in her life. And if you say you don't like it, you're full of shit. You do like it. It's a self-esteem boost, no matter how many teeth the guy may be missing or how big his pot belly may be.

When I was in college I drove a Mustang that was low to the ground and had a sunroof. It was easy to see into the car from a higher vantage point...such as from the cab of an 18-wheeler. I had learned that, if I wore a skirt or shorts, at some point on my journey at least one truck driver would honk and wave. Whatever, it didn't bother me. But on this one particular occasion, I was driving down the interstate and a truck driver honked and waved and was all smiley. Then a second did the same thing. Then a third. At this point I'm thinking, what the hell is going on? Was something wrong with my car? So I'm looking in all my mirrors to check my tires and I can't find anything.

On this particular day I was wearing a halter top. The kind with the bra built in. Hence, there was no bra underneath. It was only after looking around for a few minutes, and being honked at two more times, that I finally looked down and saw that when I had pulled my seat belt on, I had pulled my shirt over way too far to the right. You'd think that exposed boob would have caught a draft, but no such luck.

All I could do was laugh and thank God that those truck drivers would never see me again!! I suppose I made their journey a bit more pleasant.