Generally I keep my shit-startin' to a more moderate degree. My favourite pass time is staring at other drivers while we're stopped at a stop light. Usually I'll stare until they look at me, and then I'll shift my gaze just enough so I'm looking past their shoulder and not at them.
This causes severe awkwardness for people who are NOT IMMUNE TO AWKWARDNESS, until I casually look back out the front windshield.
Last night Kylie and I were driving to Fimoso's (BEST PIZZA EVER*) and when we were waiting to turn en route, a honda civic stopped beside us.
"I'M GONNA STARE AT HIM" - Larissa
"Go right ahead." - Kylie
So I do, but he's not noticing. Defeated, I turn away, and then dramatically whip my head back towards his direction, just for a laugh.
BUT WAIT.
HE'S LOOKING AT ME NOW!
And this all happens so quickly that my head whip turned into throwing myself down in Kylie's car so he couldn't see me. ONE SWIFT MOTION.
Now cleverly concealed, the Honda's driver just looks at Kylie with a strange expression on his face, to which she looks back, mildly apologetic.
I imagine their silent interplay as follows:
"What the hell is wrong with the girl in your passenger seat?"
"And who are you to judge on the quality of my passengers?"
"I'm just saying, I can't tell if she was looking at me or hit her head on the window and passed out."
"Oh no, she just throws her head down like that."
"Ah I see, well green light now, cheerio."
"Cheerio."
*Fimoso's has the best pizza ever because Kylie gets angry about her pizza being late, and then she gets free pizza the next time she goes in, as well as Gelato samplin' and lengthy conversation with the cute manager about Australia.
I made sure to remember not to stare.
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