Mind Fuck...or Not?
2003-09-06 - 1:47 a.m.
before/after
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Next to me, a car honked. A car load of people had pulled up next to me at a stoplight. Green bonneville, a newer style of bonneville. I turned and saw the driver who waved at me. I waved at him. A girl in the backseat grinned broadly and waved. Cute straight brown hair, brown eyes. I waved at her. Someone next to her leaned over and waved. The passenger in the passenger seat just looked on and watched. I turned back and looked forward. Car honked again. I looked. The driver made charades by pointing to his eye and mouthing, "I love you." while pointing at me. I mouthed "Right on." and gave him a thumbs up. This made him happy, that his proffered pseudo love was accepted. A girl in the backseat clapped her hands. The light changed, and I pulled away. At first I thought it was just some kids, out in mommy's car for a night on the town, high on X. Then I thought I actually might have went to highschool with some of them. Maybe they thought I was someone famous. There was quite a lot of focus on me and what I did Either way, I guess if they're playing a joke it worked, because I just thought about the experience a few minutes ago. I'm not chagrined. Maybe there should be more jokes like that going around. I used to spray innocent bystanders with shampoo shot from supersoaker squirtguns. This was a whole lot nicer.
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