Across the street from me is a car with the windows down, defying the cold by blasting bouncy music with a good beat. I laugh, and dance for a moment, just being silly. I look up, and the driver catches my eye. He cheers, and dances with me, and we both rock out while waiting for the lights to turn.
As his light turns green, I holler "Have a good night!" across the road to him. "You are WICKED COOL!" he replies. "I LIKE YOU!"
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ninetydegrees
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on 2011-01-30 10:15 pm (UTC)As his light turns green, I holler "Have a good night!" across the road to him. "You are WICKED COOL!" he replies. "I LIKE YOU!"
Major cool.