It's not that I meant to crash into my coworker's car. It's just that, well, there was something distracting me. So it really wasn't my fault. Really, it wasn't.

Allow me to explain.

I was out on a consulting assignment in Virginia. Our company gave each of us a rental car (why carpool when we ALL can pump exhaust into the atmosphere individually?).

One fine day, three other guys and I decided to try a new restaurant for lunch. We jumped into our cars and followed Jason, who knew the location of this new restaurant.

After a fine meal, we followed Jason back. I was directly behind him. My two other coworkers were behind me in their own cars. It was like a scene out of Swingers.

Then it happened. I saw her.

In my peripheral, I caught sight of a gorgeous specimen of feminine beauty. A really smokin' hot chick, in Everyday Guy Language.

So I did what years and years of evolution has done to the male gender. I turned my head completely to gawk at her. Every time a guy sees a really smokin' hot chick, it is impossible for him not to turn his head and look. If he doesn't do this, his head will explode. Seriously.

Turning my head obviously left my car unattended for several precious seconds. And, well, you can guess what happened next.

Jason, being in front and being the first to completely pass her by, turned back to the road before the rest of us. He was the first to see the red light too.

He slammed on his brakes. And my car slammed into his. And my coworker behind me slammed into me. And the guy behind him slammed into him.

See? Years and years of evolution can't be undone. The dents in our rental car bumpers are proof. Each and every male present was required, by his genetic code, to turn his head and gawk at the really smokin' hot chick.

And so you see, it really wasn't my fault.

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What distracts you?