I drove into the Subway parking lot to get something healthy for lunch. Okay, a foot long so I had dinner too, because Steve was going to Independence Friday night to run a 50K on Saturday.
As I pulled into the parking stall, a car pulled in next to me. The guy driving had tattoos that matched the paint job on his car. I was intrigued and was staring. As I watched him and rolled into the parking stall, I did not hit the brakes before my tires hit the concrete slab and stopped me quite suddenly.
The driver of the car sees this and laughs at me. Believing I'm interested in him. It was a very awkward conversation and trip through the line ordering my sandwich in Subway.
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