{ed A somewhat long, mildly amusing, "what might have been" story. } Nightmare on Pine Street ------------------------ It has been a very good morning so far. I'm driving along in medium traffic, listening to the morning DJ and he is really clicking with my own tastes in music. In between the songs, he plays a few comedy bits that really have me in stitches. As I tool along, enjoying the ride, unknown to me there is a stunningly beautiful blonde in a red Mustang convertible who has been sort of shadowing me for the past 5 miles or so in traffic. She just broke up with her stockbroker boyfriend after 2 years because she finally realized he'd never leave his wife after all and she is in the mood for something different. She's noticed this guy in that car, and thinks he might be interesting. "Hmmm, not bad looking it seems. And how he's enjoying the ride. And he must have a good sense of humor too. But he's actually somewhat oblivious to traffic and hasn't really noticed me yet." She finally decides that at the next traffic light, she's gonna toot the horn, just to get his attention. And she is preparing to smile and wink - ya know, one of those you-gotta-notice-this smiles where just as your eyes meet, the smile begins and you just know that your gaze is what brought on the smile (heart goes pitty pat and everything). Then, if all goes according to plan, when she pulls into the shopping center, maybe he will too... they can sort of meet, and talk and who knows what next. ---------------- As the cars approach the light, I get an itch. I absent mindedly reach up to scratch it. I hear a horn toot and turn to look - with my finger up my nostril. The red Mustang next to me takes off like a shot and above the sound of screeching tires I hear "....eeeeee----yyyukk" trailing off into the distance. Rob Peck
(From the "Rest" of RHF)