Sights from the Freeway
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I sse the wierdest things when I drive. Like when I when I saw the man running in a very Lords-a-Leaping sort of way trying to keep his pants up. Or when I saw the woman meditating on the bus stop bench. Little sights of randomness that put a smile on my face. Or a quizzical, confused look...
Yesterday, on the freeway, I passed one of those Highway Patrol trucks. In front of it was a nice Lexus. The owner walked around the car... topless. He was dressed in nice slacks, a dressy belt, nice shoes. But no shirt. Really nice body- defined arms, built chest, gorgeous shoulders. I just seemed so out of place. Why shirtless? Random...
Today, on the same freeway, I saw another Highway Patrol truck. This time in front of it, a woman sat on the railing that lined road with two of those shopping bags, the ones that are brightly multi-colored and woven. Like the ones you find in Mexico. Who was that woman? Why was she sitting on the edge of the freeway. Just sitting there, slouching, with her hands in her lap. Random...
Yesterday, on the freeway, I passed one of those Highway Patrol trucks. In front of it was a nice Lexus. The owner walked around the car... topless. He was dressed in nice slacks, a dressy belt, nice shoes. But no shirt. Really nice body- defined arms, built chest, gorgeous shoulders. I just seemed so out of place. Why shirtless? Random...
Today, on the same freeway, I saw another Highway Patrol truck. This time in front of it, a woman sat on the railing that lined road with two of those shopping bags, the ones that are brightly multi-colored and woven. Like the ones you find in Mexico. Who was that woman? Why was she sitting on the edge of the freeway. Just sitting there, slouching, with her hands in her lap. Random...
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