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Last night driving home from work I was stuck at what seemed to be the worlds longest red light. While I'm stuck at lights I like to find ways to entertain myself. Sometimes I succeed and sometimes I end up sitting there cleaning my finger nails or guessing how many seconds it will be before the light changes again. Yelling NOW to see if I'm totally on the spot with my psychic skills - lets just say I won't be asked to join the Psychics of America anytime soon.
So last night I was at this light and one of my most favorite things to focus my attention on are gas stations. This holds totally true when there are cars in the parking lot, getting gas, or people just running in for that lil bit of something extra they just can't do without. I like to play "Match the Car Owner". Basically I match people up to which car I think they belong with. Note: This game DOES not work if they are pumping gas, obviously you know what car they belong to. I wont lie, I'm often shocked to see the rich hoity toity looking woman get into the old beat up rust bucket that's being held by prayers and a crap load of duct tape.
One thing that I enjoy watching are the really hot girls who are pumping their own gas. I love how they try to appear so completely cavalier and oblivious to their hotness - all the while you can tell they are sucking in and checking themselves out in the reflection of their window. Once I spot said hot chick, I start looking at the cars around me - I look for the people who are also checking out the hot chick. You can often find one guy this close (please note that I'm holding my fingers like 1 inch part) from full on licking their window.
Congratulations hotty! Mission accomplished.
This morning driving to work I was cruising along bee bopping along to Cindi Lauper on the radio (I see your true colors shining through - yeah I'm singing it again) and I saw this chocolate colored man in this neon orange shirt cruising along on a ten-speed. No I didn't say car, I said TEN-SPEED. What I loved about this guy is he did his damn-est to make it seem like this was/is the cool thing to do. I get all the honies on this bad boy. Wanna pick up a hottie at the gas station?? Hop on the handle bars honey - I'll give you a ride. Or better yet, can you put my bike in your trunk? No that's not code for a lil back door lovin, my legs are tired and this neon orange sweater makes my chest look fat.
Ok I'm not exactly sure what the above paragraph was, I think I kinda went off on my own little thing. Perhaps I need some sinus medication? I have that loopy little disconnected head thing going on. Too much sugar? From my coffee? Maybe.
I think I'll um do some work because I'm feeling myself getting even more scattered than normal, and that says something. Or maybe it doesn't? Whatev.
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Posted by Whitters on 2009-11-04 09:38:17 | Rating: | Views: 218
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