With this fabulous spring weather that has been priviledging us, I have started driving with my windows slightly cracked and my sunroof open, paticularly on my dewy drive to the place I know as work. Apparently the charming fellows who inhabit the roadways in their fellow commuter vehicles on my commute to work find it terribly exciting to try and shout through the cracks in my windows and start up a chatty neighborly conversation while gridlocked in traffic.

There was one paticularly persistant lad this morning. At first, I could not hear him over my music. And then, I noticed him, straining out his window towards my barely cracked window. I peered over my sunglasses at him and rolled it down an inch further. When his intentions of STRIKING UP A CONVERSATION IN GRIDLOCKED TRAFFIC AND GETTING MY NUMBER became clear. I sealed all portals to the outside world and turned up my music just a touch louder.

Am I completely unaware of the new way of exchanging digits? HAS ANYONE ACTUALLY DONE THIS? (I would have said lowered themself that far but did not want to inhibit the SHARING SPIRIT!)



Could his tounge have been loosened slightly by the fact I was blasting Milkshake?