sister #4 were sitting at at stop light in the short bus. we were waiting impatiently to make a left turn in our race to sister #3’s house to catch the end of trading spaces. it was absolutely wonderful outside, and i had my window down feeling the cool breeze on my arms. we were chatting aimlessly about nothing at all, as we are wont to do.
“holy shit that guy’s hot,” i said as a beautiful, rugged blonde drove past us in a red jeep.”
“yeah,” she said.
we sat in silence pondering the beauteous visage that had just passed before our eyes when i turned my head to the right and looked down at the car next to us. there was a guy there, grinning up at me. then he sort of nodded his head at me and waved.
“the guy in the car next to us is waving,” i said out of the corner of my mouth.
sister #4 leaned over and waved back. i turned to look and he was just grinning at me like crazy.
our light turned green and sister #4 turned, leaving he grinner behind.
“he probably heard you,” she said.
“wha?”
“he probably thought he was the hot guy you were talking about.”
“he wasn’t!”
“i know you were talking about the guy in the jeep, right?”
“i was!”
“he’ll probably go tell his wife that he got hit on by a hot redheaded teenager.”
“i don’t look like a teenager.”
“he thinks you do.”
“i am hot, aren’t i?”
“sure if you think ronald mcdonald is hot.”
Umm Jodi,
If the left turn was off 13 onto 21 going east, I think that was me. I wasn’t waving at you because I heard anything. I had noticed the yellow Escape as I was pulling up behind it and I actually thought “I wonder if that is the short bus that one of Jodi’s sisters owns.” Lo and behold I pulled alongside and it was you so I waved at you. I guess I should just stick to reading your weblog.
Fellow PL Resident
And they call me creepy! This guy is stalking Jodi!
Just kidding! See how the masses love you, Jodi? What more do you need? Altars with smoldering incense? Statues of you that heal the sick? Grown men wearing sandals and socks humming your name as a mantra to achive a higher plane of existance?
Or maybe next time he should just offer to buy you a popsicle.
well, how was i supposed to know it was you?
really, you need only introduce yourself and i would say hi right back.
but really, thomas, don’t you think the burning question is if he told his wife that a hot redhead hit on him.
Well, I would have said hi and introduced myself (I did meet you once at the bowling alley) but the light changed and you had to go. Maybe next time we’ll have the chance.
Fellow PL resident