I could’ve sworn it was Ian ...

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.”