"I'm blasting down 580 this morning after getting off work early and in the slow lane I see a Jeep Cherokee in the slow lane with out of state plates. As I get closer I see that they're Idaho plates and I go "Hmmm, didn't Sensitive Holly say in her restraining order exhibits that her and Sammy Sharpton drive a jeep?"
As I pull up even with it I can see it ain't Sammy - for one thing the guy can see above the dash. Actually, it's a young guy driving and when he notices me looking at him he glances up and then does a double take, gets a big smile on his face and waves at me. I waved back thinking "Cool, I actually ran into a reader today" and pulled up and then settled into the slow lane to get off on 132 a couple miles up and as I check my mirror I see the Idaho guy pull out and then get next to me, matching my speed and gesturing for me to roll down my window. As soon as I did, he leans across his cab and yells "FUCK SAM KERODIN!!!" and then he laughs and pulls away, leaving me with a big smile on my face.
"Opera Non Verba"