Random Moment

It all began because Herry's (my HHR) gas tank is on the right. Our local gas station is crowded and inconvenient, and on a busy corner. People pull in from all directions and the chances of getting to a pump on the proper side are iffy, so you grab it when it comes along. (Why don't car makers put the gas tank on the same side in all cars?)

So I headed into the pump bay and a huge pick up truck pulled in the other direction at the next one in the same bay, so we were playing chicken for an instant. The older bearded fellow and I exchanged a nod and went about our business, filling our tanks. As I was filling mine, I joked with him about our game of chicken. He in turn, reached into the back of his truck and produced a perfect red long-stemmed rose, which he presented to me, then flirted a little, and we went our separate ways.