There is a cute boy in a little black sportscar behind me. I watch him in my rearview mirror (my gaze conveniently going unnoticed due to my sunglasses). He doesn't seem to care whether or not I'm watching, as he bops his head back and forth to the music. Just like me, he sure puts on a show in the car.

The song must be over--he stops. He turns his head to look out a window and in the light of the setting sun I can see the earring. Damn!

He's the kind of person I'd love to strike up a conversation with, if only I was the sort of person to do that. He must have an interesting story to tell: where was he going, where was he coming from, what song was he listening to?

:~:

I hop on off the beltway and settle in to a red light. A car wooshes up behind me--a little blue car. I glance back to see who came up from behind me, and do a double-take when I see a young black woman in a nun's habit.

:~:

Other precious "rarities"

Shouting match number two with her today. In the same hallway as last time, only it more quickly escalates to shouting, and a certain Important Figure intercedes.

This time. I am right.