Last night Meg and I decided to go cruising and grab a bite to eat with Julie and Alicia(one of Julie's work friends). We met them at Fricker's and afterwards seperated. Meg and I drove around gossiping and generally acting like complete idiots when a nice new red convertable drove by. There were two guys in the car. The driver was not unfortunate.
He begins waving. We past them again. He is telling me to pull over. And we pass them one more time. He slows down (they are driving the opposite direction and I have my window down) and whips out his cell phone. He starts taking pictures of me. Isn't that weird? This can't possibly be the reason picture phones were invented, can it?
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