I dropped Brad into his place on the way to work this morning, and as we drove up the hill I saw a paper boy cross the road ahead and wave as we approached. So I waved back and Brad says; “What are you doing?”
“I’m waving at Ian.”
“That’s’ not Ian."
“He waved at us.”
“No, he slipped on that patch of ice and his arm went like that *waves arm randomly*. He was nothing like Ian. Honestly, woman.”