I'm double parked in the Uhaul outside Katie's office while she runs upstairs, and the traffic is backed up all along the block.
A tan, good-looking dude-bro in a baseball cap leans out of the cab stopped next to me with his hand up, shouting, "High five, dude!"
Sure, why not, so I lean out and give him his high-five, noticing as I do how thick and strong his hand is, but smooth, soft, and uncalloused, as if he's never worked a day in his life.
As the light changes, his very attractive girlfriend leans across the seat and says earnestly, "Good luck with your move."
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