Nice Car

So I had to borrow Shaft’s new car today (you know, his new mid-life penis) for a trip to a foreign court …

Why you ask ??

Why couldn’t I drive my own car ??

Well, for a reason that could only happen to one named Amy-wan Kenobi !! 🙂

Interested?

Then …

So a few weeks ago …

I was doing what I seem to be doing on an alternating weekend schedule of sorts lately …

Making my way to Chicago.

And this time … on way way out of town, I decided to swing by my parents and say ‘hola‘ …

Which I did.

But by doing so, in order for me to connect with the interstate I needed to use to get to I-94 …

I was going to have to use some back roads for a bit.

So there I was …

Gorgeous sunny day …

Sunroof open …

Satellite radio booming …

Singing along …

Cutting across some backroads,

Enjoying the jaunt …

Despite having to stop every 5 miles at nameless tiny little towns that couldn’t afford a stop light, but did spring for the stop sign.

No biggie …

It was nice out. 🙂
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QUICK FLASHBACK TO THE DAY BEFORE – As Joe Hairdy, for my last appointment of the day, I met with an employee of one of our corporate clients who I had been retained to represent in a little misdemeanor situatioooon.
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I slow to a stop at yet another stop sign,

In another nameless tiny town.

Where a big-ass commercial truck sort of vehicle, also at the stop sign and immediately to my right, starts to pull into the intersection commencing a left hand turn.

I’m bopping my head to a good tune, probably either No Doubt or ABBA. (Though I am working on a rendition of Crazy for You, so it might have been that too, I do this really kewl, orgasmic sort of breathy bit when I’m singing the lyrics … ev er y brea th you taaaaaake.)

When I notice the company insignia on the side of the big-ass commercial truck sort of vehicle now in front of me turning in my direction.

“Hey, that’s one of the big-ass commercial truck sort of vehicles from the corporate client whose employee I met with yesterday,” I thought.

What are the odds of that?

Anyways, mid turn the big-ass commercial truck sort of vehicle seemed to stop …

Not progressing any further.

“Hmmmm, what’s up ?” I wondered.

Oh, it appears that the driver of the big-ass commercial truck sort of vehicle wasn’t going to be able to make the turn unless I backed up …

So I looked up to the driver big-ass commercial truck sort of vehicle, yes, he was sitting really high up, and …

First noticed that his gaze seemed directed at an angle which would suggest the focus of his eye contact was slightly below my neck level …

Then immediately noticed that the face surrounding the eyes that seemed to be focused on my fake boobage belonged to the same person I had met with the day before.

Meaning, that the odds that on the back roads of the western side of my home state when spontaneously taking a short cut from my parent’s house to the interstate I’d run into a corporate client’s big-ass commercial truck sort of vehicle being driven by a person I had just met the day before who would need to get my attention to back up so he could complete a turn …

Were pretty phreaking good !!

YIKES !!!!!!

Now …

I have no idea if he connected the dots or not …

But I can say, he had a real good look from his elevated position in the big-ass commercial truck sort of vehicle of …

Both my fake boobage and my smiley face !

Yes, there did seem to be a bit of recognition in his eyes,

But it also might have just been the silly grin guys sometime do when they themselves get caught looking where they really shouldn’t be looking.

Anyways …

I had to meet him at a foreign court today …

And didn’t want to take the chance that in case he was sorta, kinda wondering …

He’d see my car with me driving it and have his curiousity answered.

Now granted, that was probably above the top paranoia on my part …

Seriously, like what are the odds that a client would follow me to my car after court so he could actually see what I was indeed driving?

But hey … better safe than sorry,

Right?

Anyways, it was a really fun experience driving Shaft’s new car …

It’s the tiniest little vehicle I’ve ever driven,

Similiar to a Ford Festiva …

Except it has a really big engine.

Oh yeah,

And in case you’re wondering …

The odds that a client would follow me to my car after court so he could actually see what I was indeed driving and the odds that on the back roads of the western side of my home state when spontaneously taking a short cut from my parent’s house to the interstate I’d run into a corporate client’s big-ass commercial truck sort of vehicle being driven by a person I had just met the day before who would need to get my attention to back up so he could complete a turn …

Are exactly the same.

Yuhp, he followed me back to my car.

Whether it was coincidence or not …

Is hard to say,

There was no other indication that he had made any major realization,

Though he did comment that I had a nice car.

To which one he was referring …

I have no idea !! 🙂