Honks, oh lots of honks

"Big Bad Bertha" was driving today. She's cantankerous, full of spirit and requires a double-wide chair. Usually she's able to control herself, but today two cars induced honking fits. Oh my, to have been the horn on that bus.

Equally fascinating was the man-version of me--what I'd be like if testosterone were pumping through my vanes/vains. He was confident, self-assured and dressed to the 11's with a black pin-stripe suit and white partially-unbuttoned man-blouse. My backpack was replaced with a leather attaché case and my iPod shuffle was upgraded to a Nano. We both, however, were handsome, intelligent tall-drinks-of-water. Before B.B. Bertha started jarring the brakes, we both approached the bus exit. We raced for the same Blegen door. He was one of the few people I found challenging to keep pace with.