I'm sitting in the left turn lane, waiting for my arrow. And I see a car to my right (perpendicular to me), making a left hand turn so that he passes in the lane immediately to the left of me. And I'm watching this car with fascination because I am absolutely positive that the person driving it is a twelve year old boy. In that split second I'm trying to decide if sixteen really does look that young or should I call the authorities and have them track down an underage driver. As I'm gawking at this child prodigy, the unthinkable happens. He smirks and winks.
I'm still cringing.
To make matters worse, I told this story to Mike and he said. "He probably thinks you're a Cougar". To which I responded "I'm NOT a Cougar!" I just hate that term along with the other less politically correct one. Mike's less than appreciated come back was "Well, if you were checking out a 16 year old, you are".
I guess it's totally appropriate that the whole thing icks me out, but exactly when did 16 become THAT young??? *sighs*
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