On my way home from picking up my wedding dress, a truck pulled up next to me at a traffic light. The window was rolled down…and it was raining.
At the next light, I got impatient and let my car inch forward. They did the same.
I inched forward even more, and they did, too. I knew exactly where this was headed.
Hopefully, the next light would be green, and I could zoom off into the sunset.
The light was red.
Son of a….
Guy in Truck: My buddy wants your phone number.
Do you or do you not see the wedding dress in the passenger seat?
Has anyone actually married someone they met at a traffic light? What about dated? Is that what the kids are doing these days? What happened to online dating?
*That is NOT my dress.
Favorite Comment From Last Post: “For the crime of arachnacide you should get all the years in prison. All of them.”—Daile