From a friend:
She was trying to hurry to get her young daughter and herself out the door. She was roaring around, trying to get ready and had a constant monologue going along the line of: "Come on! Come on! Come on! We gotta go! Come on, getcher stuff and get out to the car. We have to leave right now, come on! Hurry! Grab your bag! Come on!"
Friend grabbed her daughter's hand and started pulling her out to the car. Daughter kept saying, "But Mommy! Mommy! But Mommy!" Friend was having none of it, kept a firm grip on daughter's hand and kept up the monologue.
They got in the car and started on their way, with the daughter still exclaiming "But Mommy!" and friend cutting her off each time with more monologue.
As friend pulled onto the main highway, still running the monologue, and hit the gas, she looked down. Bra and panties, and nothing else.