Like a movie

I was driving into DC on this sunny afternoon, to get in some extra hours at work but also to meet up with friends for dinner.  DC driving is wrought with stop lights, and today I hit ever red.  I slowed to a stop at one particular red light as it happened.

I was behind a Lexus - Daddy's car, I'm sure.  The roof of the convertible slid back into the trunk, and the driver tossed her hair in triumph.  The passenger, another young woman, adjusted her Ray Bans in the mirror as she laughed.

They reached toward each other.  Eyes locked.  Hair flowing in the gentle breeze.  They started making out, holding up traffic as the light blinked to green in the mid-March sun.

It was something out of Hollywood.