Pick Ups

last weekend, my durango left me to join my papa. my uncle had bought a new car last week and knowing that my dad was in the market for a replacement car as well, i asked my uncle if i could buy his old car off of him so that i can pass my durango to my dad (phew, long sentence). after all was said and done, i ended up with my uncle's white dodge ram 1500 pickup truck...it's um...GINORMOUS. so huge that it doesn't fit at my work's parking lot anymore. so, the parking lady hooked me up with one of the reserved spots in another lot...i feel so VIP.

anyhoo, one of the first things that happened in my pickup truck was...getting picked up. i was driving past some dude in the same dodge truck near larchmont. we were stuck at a light, and he rolled down his window and was shouting something. i gestured that i couldn't hear him and he hand-motioned to pull over. so i turned right and stopped (he didn't look sketchy and i thought maybe he just needed directions). he leapt out of his truck and came to my window and said, "nice truck...blah blah blah...if you happen to be single, give me a call" and handed me his number! i couldn't stop giggling like a little girl. but no, i don't plan to call him.

on random dudes note, i've been obsessed with this dorky sounding host of "marketplace" on npr - kai ryssdal. he sounds like someone on the same nerd / dork tier as phil gordon. anyhoo, i finally remembered to look his picture up. hmm.