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Western express highway is supposed to be empty. Only it's not. Traffic at this hour. Well, okay. Time in a bottle. Jim Croce.
An open back tempo in front of my auto on the next lane lit up by the headlights of tailing vehicles. Worker guy on it. Staring right at me. My eyes drift to meet his and we share a 2 second look down. Then I put up the pretence of being a baddie and screw my face and look away.
The innova next to me on the other side has four people in it all looking down at their phones. There's an iPad too. (The worker has now turned away stretching to get something and I am looking at his stretched skin and softly poking ribs(he's quite fit) thinking- he's like any other man. Like I am like any other woman. Human being wise )
I want to stare loud enough at the Innova guys to not have to say a word. But they never look at me.
Disappointed, I get an olfactory shock when the moving lane on the other side of my auto slaps me with the fragrance of.. something fresh out of bath. Maybe a man. 40-50s. Could be simple 35 yo too.
The traffic is untimely. These things happen.
