"Yo!" a lady called out to me. I turned my head and saw her in a red convertible two lanes from me. She asked, "Do you know where Lowe's is?"
I saw their red car when I was slowing down at a traffic light. We were in different lanes so I didn't pay attention to them. I then heard a horn but I ignored it. I was pretty sure the horn wasn't from cars behind me because I didn't see any cars in my rear view mirror; besides, jerks are always around.
"Yo!"—that's when the lady called me. It was a nice day out and I had my car windowed rolled down a little, so it's not like I could pretend I didn't hear her. She was in the passenger seat, and her husband, I presume, was the one driving. She then asked me the question, and it just so happened that Lowe's was nearby, so I pointed to the store's direction and told her "It's right over there." When the light turned green, I waited and made it easy for them to change lanes and make their turn. The lady said "Thank you" when they passed my car.
It left me thinking. If you can afford a chic red convertible, why Lowe's?
