I was driving my red Dodge Magnum downtown Huntington Beach with my crazy friend Amy, and we were stopped at Main Street and Pacific Coast Highway, waiting for pedestrians to cross.
A single man, not particularly handsome, but not ugly either, walked slowly across the cross walk, staring me down.
"That's weird," I thought. Did I have roadkill on my bumper?
He kept staring, turning his head to look at us until he reached the sidewalk.
"Girl, you look good in that car!" he said.
My girlfriend and I giggled. "Thanks," I said.
He kept staring.
"Girl, you are rockin' that car!"
"Thank you." Did I mention my car is 6 years old, dirty, scratched, and I had my hair in a greasy ponytail with no make up?
"Girl, you look good."
Here is where I should have revved my hemi engine.
Oh, well, this old lady was flattered.
-Lela
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Nothing like a stranger reminding us we still got it going on.. even if we can't remember where we were going with it.. bwhahaha
You go girl! A little attention is always good for the ego.
girrrrrrl you know you were rockin that greasy pony!
Oh that was priceless! An unexpected compliment is quite delightful.
And I'm sure you did look quite good in that car!
Rock on, girlie.
Once was kinda humorous, but three times...oh yeah, that called for some revving. Do it next time. Promise?
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