Chihuahuas & Granny Whiskers

Me and my big mouth.  We were on our way up North,  and stopped for gas. I was driving and as usual my window was open.  Rob hopped out and started the pump, and I happened to glance at the vehicle just in front and to the left.  First there was the ugliest looking dog you have ever seen, a mean looking, pinched face, bat eared rat of a creature.  Then I noticed the passenger,  she had the visor mirror down, a pair of tweezers in her hand and she was vigourously going after her granny whiskers.  That was an opportunity I couldn't pass up so I hollered at the window at my husband, "You should see the ugly assed dog in the car next to us, and the woman is going to town on her granny whiskers".  Sid and I were having a good giggle, commenting on the dog and the woman's progress with her  tweezers.  Every now and then I'd shout out to Rob, because he was yet to answer me and so I didn't think he had heard my comments. All of a sudden, it dawned on me. If that car was next to us, then someone had to be pumping gas for that too.  Sure enough, as Rob returned to the van  he launched into a lecture. "Do you know how far you voice carries ?  I'm standing there and the other driver was right next to me and everything I heard, he heard. Couldn't you take a hint, there was a reason I wasn't answering you". So as Sid and I convulse in laughter