So yesterday in my travels, as I pass through a drive-thru to pick up a caffeinated beverage, I see in my mirror a lady getting into her car a short distance away. She sets her own beverage atop her roof, opens her car door, gets in, then closes her door and starts her engine. Surely she remembers the drink that she just set up on the roof, right?
She backs up about three feet, then hits her brakes. The drink topples over and cascades down her rear window.
I'm guessing that she didn't remember.
And yes, she was a blonde.