Side-Eye Miata Boy

I first noticed him when we were both vying for the first position at a traffic light. The very same traffic light that produces deep thoughts like this one. Things got tense after I beat him. At the next light he rolled up next to me and of course I looked over at him to solidify the win. He, on the other hand, tried to keep it cool with his face forward and hands at 10 and 2. Too bad his side-eye gave him away. It was the sort of side-eye that was so extreme I could feel the strain on my own eyeballs.

The next day I saw him again. The tan little Miata weaving in and out of cars, taunting me. Same traffic light, same side-eye. This went on for a month straight until one day he just disappeared.

Several months have passed since I last saw him. Who was this kid? Did he notice me too? Where was he going all of those days and why wasn’t he going there anymore. Did he get fired from a job? Move? Change routes to avoid being crushed in our daily commute race? Did he finally realize that a tan 1992 Miata was not a good look for him? I guess I’ll never know.

This is for you Side-Eye Miata boy. Something to remember me by.