Late Saturday morning. You were filling your green Pontiac (I think) at the corner of Connecticut and Porter, wearing a pink tank top and pink and white patterned skirt. I'm pretty sure you knew I was an admirer, you caught me looking.


I know... checking out a beautiful woman in a short skirt pumping gas is so cliche (like a ZZ-Top video). But I couldn't help myself. Now I just can't get the image out of my head.