“Dog is my co-pilot”? Wait! It’s… it’s

Apostol?!

Chaz and I were driving down Northwest Expressway when I saw a grey Nissan Pathfinder with a familiar bumpersticker on it. I told Chaz I knew who drove that car… and just as that left my mouth, a very tan arm emerged from the partially open window to flick an ash off the end of a cigarette.

Because of where we were positioned in traffic, I couldn’t roll down the window and say hello to Apostol, and when we were in the right position, Apostol had to stop in her lane while Chaz and I drove on by and onto the freeway.

Drat!

I almost sent her a text message, but answering a text message in traffic is not a bright idea.

So I’ll send her an email instead.

That’s all from where I sit.

–MorelaterZ–