It's Friday afternoon - rush hour time - and Dante Posh is heading towards an appointment wearing a pair of designer purple satin heels. And, well, she's speeding as if it was midday, or at least was, until she reached a point on a NJ highway where she's now have to encounter stupid drivers. She voices her displeasure (very loudly) as she tries to get to where she has to go. She then is able to get back to the speed that she was (70+mph) and shows you the spedometer. She also recounts what happens to her at the gas station with a frisky gas attendant.

It's Friday afternoon - rush hour time - and Dante Posh is heading towards an appointment wearing a pair of designer purple satin heels. And, well, she's speeding as if it was midday, or at least was, until she reached a point on a NJ highway where she's now have to encounter stupid drivers. She voices her displeasure (very loudly) as she tries to get to where she has to go. She then is able to get back to the speed that she was (70+mph) and shows you the spedometer. She also recounts what happens to her at the gas station with a frisky gas attendant.