Ok... story from last night.

I was driving home, at about six last night, and turned off the freeway onto Parramatta Road. I settled into the middle lane, behind a little sports car. Mazda something or other. The little rounded squat looking ones. This one had a soft top on, and there wasn't a back window, so I could see straight through the car. I will admit that it was a cute car, and I could see a man's hands on the steering wheel, but couldn't get a glimpse of his face in any of the mirrors (ok, I get bored driving home, and will admit to a perve).

Anyway, I'm following him, and he's driving rather conservatively. At first I thought he was waiting for an opportunity to change into the very busy left lane, but no, he didn't do that. I mean, he was just keeping a steady pace on the speed limit, but as everyone else was driving like bats out of hell, his consistency stood out.

I followed him from Concord to Leichhardt, and we both pulled over into a right hand lane to turn off towards Petersham, when suddenly, a blonde tossled head pops up!!! There is only one place that head could have been for the past six kilometres!!

Oh my god!! I laughed. Well, at first I followed for a little while to see if there was anyway I could have missed her earlier, but nope, not a chance. In the middle of slow moving peak hour traffic. No wonder he was driving like he had his bum clenched!!

We both travelled along the same road for a little longer, and I desperately hoped she would do something terribly choice, like wipe her mouth with the back of her hand or something, but no, or at least, not before I had to turn off towards home.

What a cack!