Can We Say BabeMobile?
A gorgeous black man in a champagne Nissan pulled up next to me at a light and smiled till I was finished rolling down the window. Here we go, our first joke about the pink car, I thought.
"How's that diesel working out for you?" he said. I was caught off guard. And also in his smile.
"Uh, uh, it's still alive." I sputtered back, surprised that he wasn't making fun of it.
"I haven't seen one of those in years."
"It's 20 years old!" I said. The light turned green and we had to drive on.
This made my day. It's surprising what a little bit of "Hello" can do for a girl.
My friendly interaction with Mr. Champers made me want to get a CB Radio. I'd love to hear what the truckers are going to be saying when they pass by on the road. But then again, it might get too crass for my ears. How much do they cost anyway?
I could put my handle on the car as well. Right on the roof!
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