Interstate Studs
Three of us there, in our early twenties, during the late nineties. Standing outside the roadhouse restaurant, shooting the shit by the doorway. Tanned and tired from our long weekend in the woods.
Then that good looking girl came; a stranger in our midst. And she says: "Hi!"
We three respond as one: "Well hello."
She smiles radiantly before going inside.
"Do you know her?" Michael asks.
"No," Rami replies.
"Oh. Guess we're just a bunch of interstate studs then," Michael muses.
We break out in loud laughter!
This is all the heaven anyone ought to need...
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