Duh, ogle the hot boy in the truck in front of you. The guy in the orange truck to my left and front was h-o-t, hot. He was wearing scruffy jeans and a baseball hat. He had a nice butt. Yah, did I mention he was hot? He was also, really, really, young. Probably around, oh, eighteen. I hope. I was a dirty old (wo)man. He got out of his truck to look around and totally busted me staring at him, or specifically his aforementioned butt. He waved. I kind of smiled, threw up in my mouth a little bit, and then pulled out my knitting. I am sure my knitting added to the Mrs. Robinson stereotype. Honestly though, my only regret was that I couldn't take a "real" picture (i.e., with my camera instead of my cell phone) of him when he was standing in the back of his truck for y'all to enjoy.
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Reminds of when I was in law school, driving an old Fiat sports car, and 8 months pregnant. Got ogled (probably for the car) at a red light, and could only imagine what would happen if I hefted my very pregnant self out of the car in front of said ogler!
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