The Adventures of Buck Naked (or, the traffic lights and the new chivalry)

So, occasionally, life tosses you a bone. When things aren't going well and it feels like the whole world has abandoned you, when you have a summer cold (the worst kind of cold because, well, it's summer and we're all supposed to be disease free during summer), the recession is feeling like a depression and all you can think about is just packing it all in, life will jump up and toss you a small morsel of something interesting just to let you know that this stuff is not personal.

This happened during my drive home from work today. As I mentioned above, I have a cold, a bad one, the kind that makes you go home early. Things at work are very quiet (what? you mean people don't want to buy comics in a recession?) and given all of that I decided to get out while the getting was good and go home for the day and for the weekend.

I was stopped at a light waiting for a light rail train to go by so I could make my right turn and hit the last stretch home and the light going forward was red. A car pulled up next to me stopping at the light and when I glanced over I saw a very attractive woman in the passenger seat.

Naked.

Well, maybe not entirely naked, but she did not have a shirt on. She was, apparently, deciding what to wear because she had two tops in her hand (which, from what I could see, were not going to cover much. This young woman had fallen victim to the myth of the auto-glass invisibility field. This is the phenomena where people driving in cars think their rolled up car windows will block out prying eyes from anything they might be doing while driving. Most common caught-red-handed moments include The Pick (you know, where you practically have your forearm shoved into your nasal cavity) The Bucket Seat Boogie (where you are bouncing around in the seat, gyrating like an idiot probably to the music of Queen or ‘NSync) and lastly The Bluetooth Ballyhoo (where you carry on an animated conversation with an unseen partner, more than likely using a bluetooth device but in some cases talking with an imaginary friend).

Now, I am not going to belabor the point that I could see this girl’s everything, and that it was a pretty nice everything, or that she was kind of dumb to think that someone at a stop light would not see her and take a good look. For all I knew, she was aware people could see her and she didn’t care. That’s her deal and are we to judge.

So, was I was supposed to see this young woman. Think about it, if I didn’t have a cold and things weren’t so slow at the office I would have stayed until 5:00 or so instead of 3:00. The woman would have been at that stoplight two hours before me and I might not have been stopped to wait for a light rail train.

So, was I supposed to see her? No, but sometimes, like I said above, life will toss you a bone to make up for some of the crap that gets tossed your way.

And, yes, I realize writing about this makes me sound kind of piggish, but I blame the cold medicine. I guess the quality of modern day chivalry is that I did not take a picture, even though I had time, and I am not currently uploading it to the internet.