Freeway Personals - Rev 2 05.05.20
I should’ve had the air conditioning fixed and gassed up this morning, Sarah thought. well, there’s no sense dwelling on it now since I’m going to be either stuck here in traffic, or stranded at the side of the road- a mile or two from the Genesee exit. There are no gas stations nearby, so I’ve really got a couple of hours to kill. What’ve we got here? She wondered aloud. I’m bored.
The car just ahead was about two months overdue for a wash, although it was a late model Lexus. The rear bumper was covered with stickers ”Hang up the damn phone and drive” “Jesus loves unborn babies”, “My child was a royal screw up at Billings Elementary. The back windshield continued the diatribe “You suck, I’ll eat baby deer if I want to", next to a large rifle shaped sticker screaming “Shut the F### Up!"
Oh boy, we have a real winner. Is it a man or a woman? Where do they work? The driver of the Lexus turned her head and Sarah realized it was a woman. Oh God no. Her face, reflected in the rear view mirror, zeroed in on Sarah, sending a look that almost cracked the windshield. Avoid eye contact, she thought. Pretend to be singing with the radio and bob your head around. Bet that bitch is single or divorced. Wow, what a prize she would be on match.com. Angry soul.
Brunette Lexus driving siren with a yen for the printed word and a ride though the suds at the car wash seeking her chamois man. No experience necessary. Hearing or vision impaired men 18-80 strongly encourage to respond.
Oh boy, wouldn’t I love to see that meet up. Glancing up, Sarah saw that the Lexus lady was focusing her negative energy on the car in front of her now, wildly gesturing and driving in a crazy weaving motion, slamming on her brakes just sort of the bumper ahead of her. Indiscriminate rage. Let it go ,Sarah, yoga breathe.
Who is next to me? It’s kind of disturbing because they are driving at an identical pace, and I sense it’s a creepy guy who will probably follow me off the freeway and into my community and I’ll have to drive around for an hour until he gives up. Shit, I forgot about the gas tank. Back to my driving game. How will I describe him?
Pleasantly plump, rosy cheeked charmer with full street credentials seeks a compatible partner for movies, conventions and unnatural sex acts in my parent’s bedroom during their weekly dinner excursions to Denny’s for the senior special. Any female, any age, welcomed with open arms.
Oh God, I’m giving myself the creeps.