It was a big, tough looking Dodge 4x4.
This was his back window.
Please, oh please...can I take this treasure home to meet my dad?
I can tell you right now that he would be waiting in the yard with a smile and a shotgun.
I did laugh when I read it, then felt a little disgusted, then as we pulled up a little in the line I caught a glimpse of the guy driving. My window was open and he was looking right at me through his side-view mirror.
He was maybe 102 pounds, had a shaved head and little spindly arms, he was maybe 21 at the most. I smiled again when I thought about his truck window - I think he thought I was smiling at him.
That made me laugh.