Life in the Fast Lane

I saw Dog the Bounty Hunter the other day; he was driving a green Eclipse and was about to get on 71N.  He went so slow through the intersection that I got stuck at the light; apparently he wasn’t out chasing any bond jumpers right then.  As he was turning I tried to point him out to my traveling partner Karl but she didn’t realize what I was saying in time. While waiting at the light, I was doing the math in my head;   I figured even with the time spent sitting there and him driving at snail’s pace, I could catch him and show Karl what I was talking about. 

Once the light turned green, my mission of searching for the green Eclipse began.  It took under ten minutes to spotted the car driving in the slow lane like it was Sunday, wait, it was Sunday.  Either way, I pointed him out to Karl and as we pulled up and began to pass we both saw a lady in her mid 40’s with long straggly hair.  Karl obnoxiously pointed out that, “that does NOT look like Dog the Bounty Hunter, and it isn’t even a guy for that matter!”    I laughed out loud and then thought about how more often than not, I say things just to amuse myself. 

I feel like Chunk from the Goonies when he claimed that Michael Jackson came over to his house to use the bathroom , then later admitted that is wasn’t true but still added that Michael’s  sister did.   Stories like that are fun to tell especially to gullible people like Karl.