The other day I was with a friend and we were going east bouind on the 76. There was a bit of traffic, but we were stuck with the same group of cars during our travels. At one point I looked over to the car on our right and there was a man in a small silver sports car. He had to have been around my age or early thirties. He was probably a Marine.
Anywho... When I looked over, he was stretching his arm out of his roofless silver sportscar... fanning out his fingers. Yeah, sure that's normal. I stretch my arms and hands out every now and again. There ain't no problem here.
But, what he did next was very odd and made Tamara and I feel weird.
He began tracing the outline of his side mirror with his pointer finger... repeatedly. It was very odd and I couldn't quite figure out why one would do this. He did this slowly and with meaning. I pointed this out to Tamara and she just laughed. We were so confused.
So, naturally I did this to the side mirror on the passenger side... laughing with Tamara as I did it. That is when this girl passed... looked at me with a confused look and laughed.
Well... hopefully she will forget what my face looks like.