On my way home from work I saw a gentleman in a tuxedo waiting at a bus stop along the street. If it wasn't a tuxedo, at least it was a dark suit with a white shirt and dark bow tie. I began making up stories about why he was in a tuxedo and taking the bus. Is he a maitre'd? Is he going to a wedding and doesn't want to drive/doesn't have a car/car in the shop? It occupied me for quite some time. I frequently spy people on the street or in cars and play this game.
Try it, it's fun!
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Sunday, as I sat in the passenger seat, I looked at all the people waiting for the red light. I watch this beautiful, very rich or very rich in debt, sitting in her fancy car. She popped a zit. EWWWWW!!!! I was reminded of you and the man in the suit.....I will think more about what is going on in the world of cars instead of filing my nails getting from A to B. At least until I can drive.
EWW indeed. I am amused that people think we can't see IN their windows. Unless it's my sister's tinted black car.
Here's hoping you're on the road on your own soon!!
I've seen clowns driving cars twice and it was strange because they weren't driving clown cars and in both casees they were the only occupant in the vehicle.
Of course you realize this goes against everything I've ever learned about clowns.
Steve
I'm going to fall into the cliche and say clowns creep me out.
Maybe the ones you saw weren't REAL clowns. only wannabe's or clowns-in training. They must have to achieve some status before they get to ride in the clown car.
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