To the cute guy in a kilt, Docs and a bandana that ran across the street to flag me down for a ride:
I’m *really* sorry I couldn’t help you out. It’s not often such a nice looking young man talks to me, so I’ll remember the exchange fondly - and kick myself for not being able to help out - for some time.
Even though I couldn’t help, just talking to you briefly made my night. If you see this, tell me where you work and what color car I drive and dinner is on me!
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