Hey... Look at That

So Larry and Corlan and I are driving back from dinner and we pull up to the stop light at Manhattan Beach and PCH. We're sitting there for a minute or two when Larry, from the back seat, says:

"Hey... Look at that."

I turn around and behind us, one lane to the right, is a couple, the man driving and the woman sitting in the passenger seat.

And she's sucking on his index finger. Intently.

So, of course, we behave like responsible adults and start hooting and cheering and honking the horn.

She hears us and looks up and all the blood drains out of her face, to rush back a second later, all bright red. She drops his finger out of her mouth and buries her head in her hands and starts laughing.

He turns to us and gives us a very small, very slight thumbs up.

 



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