Monday, June 14, 2004

Driving home from Allen tonight, I look out my window into the mouth of a lion. Well, technically it was a Boston terrier, but the teeth on that thing were ferociously scary. Her name was Lily, and her owner was very happy to have freaked me out. Much obliged, thank you. Further down the road, I look to my right and see an older man driving a convertible Benz. I look away, hear him talking, look back and give the international "What did you say?" face. You know the one... Eyes go huge, corners of mouth point slightly down, head tilted a little to the left... He thought it was an invitation to flex his muscle, rev his engine and really tickle my fancy. Not so fast, Grandpa.
Ah, the things we see on Beltline.

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