So my cousin calls this morning and says "Lets go to lunch!" It's a beautiful day, I'm not needing much encouragement to get out of the office and on the bike for a bit, so we agree on where to meet.
As I pull into the parking lot a red Porche accelerates hard around me and cuts across my front into the parking spot I was aiming for. I stop, watch a dumpy looking little guy in a "Porche" jacket that matches his car perfectly get out and look around. He sees my glare, apparently doesn't want to talk about it, and heads into the restaurant.
I find another spot and head inside. As I enter I see Mr. Porche leaning over a table making conversation with a fairly attractive woman. I don't really want to mess him up so I pass by behind him. As I pass the woman looks up and says "Your bike looks like fun! Wanna take me for a ride?"
I turn toward her and say "Sure - when?"
"Right now!" She pops up, links her arm through mine, and starts for the door. Mr Porche is bristling like a terrier, trying to interrupt.
"What about your boyfriend?" I ask. (This is moving rather faster than I had anticipated.)
And she smiles happily: "He's not my boyfriend. He's just some jackass that thinks he can pick me up because he has a cute little car."
That gets a laugh from a bunch of people at nearby tables. Mr. Porche's beet red face vanishes in the direction of the washroom, and my cousin and I hop on and ride to a different restaurant for lunch...