Got caught in a traffic jam yesterday on my way home from the airport. I'm sitting in the car, listening to the radio, trying not to watch the clock on the dashboard, and I notice the SUV beside me. A couple of teenage boys, maybe 13/14 are hanging out the window looking around. I give them a friendly smile.
About half a mile later, after shuffling around a bit, me and the SUV are even again. One of the boys holds out a notebook toward me. In big black letters is written, "What's your number?"
I laughed really hard, smiled, shook my head, and pulled off on my exit to meet Amanda for dinner. Sorry boys, but I have a strict rule about dating anyone young enough to get me thrown into jail for statutory rape.
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