I was at the red light. There was a large truck on the other side of the intersection. I couldn’t see the driver through the tint, but what struck me was the CNMI flag that hung from his rearview mirror.
So I immediately I thought, maybe he’s from Saipan! I’m from Saipan! I bolted into SEXY FACE MODE, eyeing him and giving the Lucille Bluth wink (which is really my wink in 40 years) but I still couldn’t make out his face.
More weird squint-winking and the light turned green. As my car passed his, I then realized that it was not the CNMI Flag that I was eyeing with its mysterious driver, it was a bright blue handicap parking permit:
So all this to say: I need glasses and HOW YOU DOING HOTTIE WITH LIMITED MOBILITY? I’ll hold your oxygen tank any day.