Do you ever find yourself driving along in your car and you feel as though nobody can see inside your car?
You know you’ve done it. We all have.
Pam and I were driving over to McMenamin’s this evening for an early dinner. On the way we stopped at a traffic light and a guy in a pickup truck pulled up behind me. I was looking at his truck in my mirror and I noticed he was talking on a cell phone. I also noticed he was digging at his nose pretty good.
He was blissfully alone in his own little world. Talking on the cell phone and digging for gold.
He struck something important and pulled out his index finger. He frowned a bit then flicked his finger out the window.
He next started in on his ear, but didn’t find anything rewarding. So he went back to his nostril with his thumb this time. Jackpot! His eyebrows flashed up. He started to smile and pulled his thumb from the deep recesses of his left nasal passage.
He smiled with a satisfied grin and put his reward somewhere on the dash – I assume in the ashtray, but I could be wrong. He looked like a collector. He might have a custom juicy bugger holder specially installed inside his truck. He may have been heading to the bar where he could show off his collection to his buddies, who would stand around in awe, giving him high fives and clapping him on his back.
At least he didn’t eat it.
Unless you have super-dark tinted windows like all the gangsta’s in Rory’s new neighborhood, people can see you when you’re driving.