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.