Granny Yaks

I was exiting the freeway and stopped in the right turn lane. In the left turn lane was a sedan who's back window was even with me. Their window rolls down, and this white-haired and very pale elderly woman sticks her head out as if to ask for directions. Except, she has this panicked look on her face. I don't know, maybe he's lost or something. Just as I lean forward and reach for my window, she lets go with a KFC bucket of white gravy!  WREEETCH!!  One, two, three good ones! And we're both frozen eye-to-eye, just a few inches apart and too terrified to do anything else, but stare.

Then, just as quickly, the light changes. I turn right, and she goes left. Fortunately, her projectile vomit fell short, so I didn't sustain a full frontal blast. 

To this day I can't even think of ordering biscuits and gravy.