Chick In A Mustang

I have told you about Jeff in a previous post.  Jeff and I talk every morning.  He actually lives about 20 minutes south of me on the same major highway I travel down to get to work.  I don’t think we have ever seen each other on the way to work but we have been close.  As in, a few hundred feet close.  There have been times when he says, “Do you see that sweet 4×4?” and a few seconds later I catch the 4×4.

For those of you that do not know Houston and Houston traffic.  Try and imagine 6 million people driving the roads together at the same time.

Anyways…

I am talking to Jeff the other morning and I see a brand new shiny black Mustang with paper plates.  The driver of the Mustang is knock-down gorgeous.  I pass the Mustang and we both smile at each other… (well, I smile really big and cheesy and she just gives me a quick smirk).  I am talking to Jeff and tell him about her.  I learn that Jeff is only an exit north of me.

We keep driving.  The Mustang pulls away in the front.

I here Jeff scream a few minutes later and says, “I see the Mustang.. I’m slowing down to get a look at the girl.”

The next sound I hear is a huge yell from Jeff saying, “DUDE that’s a guy!!!”

I try and settle Jeff down but he is off to the races with this news.  Jeff honestly laughed so hard that I could not understand what he was saying.  I had to hang up because he would not stop laughing.

Thanks, Chick in the Mustang…  Or was she a guy?