ON THE DRIVE HOME... Waving, waving and more waving
So Wednesday was a big day.
Naomi at one point, some time after our conversation about weird and strange people, started waving at the people in a truck next to us while we were stopped at a stoplight.
The two men in the big bad truck just stared, men have a way of not seeing that ultimately astounds me. I know, because I fall into that category often.
She was waving and waving and waving, her hand held high, she became quite exasperated and disappointed these guys who were staring right at here weren't waving back.
I asked her if she thought they were weird and strange, her response an emphatic and loud, "YEAH!"
After which she continued to wave at everybody.
Naomi at one point, some time after our conversation about weird and strange people, started waving at the people in a truck next to us while we were stopped at a stoplight.
The two men in the big bad truck just stared, men have a way of not seeing that ultimately astounds me. I know, because I fall into that category often.
She was waving and waving and waving, her hand held high, she became quite exasperated and disappointed these guys who were staring right at here weren't waving back.
I asked her if she thought they were weird and strange, her response an emphatic and loud, "YEAH!"
After which she continued to wave at everybody.
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