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?
