Last week I saw the car again, same place. I thought to myself I’ll mental note where I saw it and keep an eye out.
Saw it a few days later going in the opposite direction, I was late to work and didn’t have time to turn around.
Today I saw it parked near a little convenience store near where I first saw it. I was on my motorcycle going home. I turned around and went in the store.
Very cute girl behind the counter eye-balls me (I am wearing a Harley jacket, so you know... she wants me)
Me- “hi” [smile]
Her- “hi” [smilez back]
Me- “can you tell me who owns that black wagon parked out there?”
Her- “yeah [pause, smilez] why?”
Me - [thinking it’s hers and that’s cool cause we are gonna have A LOT in common!!!!] “I have a white one and passed it the other day, so I wanted to talk to the owner because you don’t see many of those around at all.”
Her- “yeah, I know who owns it and if you give me your number I’ll pass it along to him.” [WOMP-WOMP-WOMP]
Ah well, at least I know it will be so if I don’t hear from the owner I can stop by in my police magnum so they can see I’m not weirdo trying to steal their ride.