This morning Lady Luck and I wound up behind a commuter on a KLR. He was wearing motocross armor and would have looked delightfully post-apocalyptic if it hadn't been for his clearly visible work clothes. It obviously worked for him, though, so I won't comment further on his personal style.
While I stared out of the car in my usual zombie-like commute daze, I noticed something about his behavior was a little odd. Synapses began to fire, my eyes focused, and I slowly recognized a pattern to what he was doing: he was looking into each car he passed.
For the rest of our commute along the freeway, I watched as he continued peeking into every car he rode by.
Was he looking for a friend?
Trying to pick up chicks?
I'm going to be wondering about it all day. I wonder if he even realized he was doing it.
3 comments:
Can you find Waldo? LOL!
Cracking me up as usual, Lady R!!
You know those action films where SUDDENLY a chap in a motorbike shows up and a chase ensues? He's that chap. He was looking for Bruce Willis, who has stolen military secrets.
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