You're at the stop light. Dual lane. You're in your car which you've driven across country from Los Angeles to New Jersey for the third time. You hear a voice from the car next to you.
A 16 yr old girl is sitting in the passenger seat. Window down.
"Hey," she says.
You figure it's "let's give direcrions" time. You roll your window down.
"Yeah?"
"Are you really from California?"
You go "Yeah."
"Do you love it?"
You say, "Yeah. You never have to scrape the frost off your windows in the morning."
"That's awesome. My name is Summer."
You tell her your name is Eric. Your real name is Ernie but no one ever enjoys meeting an Ernie.
"Do you go to Los Angeles?"
"Yeah. I live in Burbank."
"Really? That's awesome. I always wanted to go to there."
Her mother (you presume) is in the driver's seat. You believe she's rolling her eyes.
You don't know why you prolong the conversation, but you say, "You'd love it."
The light turns green.
"Have a great day."
And you're off to one of the many Jersey jughandles.
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