Turned up the Bee Gees and rounded the corner. A man and his daughter were walking out of the woods.
They don’t need to hear my loud, crazy music, I thought, and as I wound around, I turned down the radio, looked at the two of them, then directly in front of me because suddenly that’s where their Lab was –- all happy and bouncy.
I slammed on the brakes. Panting, he went his merry way towards the pond, the man and his daughter following close behind.
Got my hair done earlier today by my 24-year-old bombshell hairstylist. Always slightly tan, she has cat eyes, a gorgeous, sexy smile, a teeny tiny frame, and extensions -- long, wild, black hair teased up in the back that flows down to the middle of her back.
“They don’t look like extensions, they look totally natural!”
She flung her hair from side to side and said deviously, “Nope, not natural. Super natural! I love my extensions. Love them. They give me super-powers. When I have them in I can run faster, jump higher, get cheaper drinks, and hotter guys.”
The Skimmer and I took the long way to Short North, all the way up High Street.
At a red light near Ohio State, this came on the radio.
“If you weren’t in the car, I would be absolutely blaring this.”
“Well, then, I’m here to save you from yourself.”
I turned it up.
“What? What did you say? I can't hear you.”
And then it was as if everyone on the sidewalks around us -- walking alone or with friends, some serious, some laughing; all wind blown, all red-nosed – were all heading their own way, all in their own way.