You were carrying an armload of ass-wipe and I was just leaving after a failed attempt to get a birthday card. It was 11:30pm and you seem to be having the same exciting Friday night I was having.

I think you smirked in my direction and when I drove by you in my Echo I chickened out and didn't look at you. It was too dark to really see your face but you certainly walked nice.

Hope you weren't suffering from a bad case of the runs. Hmmm, bad pick-up line... —X