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Blushing
We were in a tight place. I was driving really slow when I drove by a construction crew. We heard a noise and I stopped. Dianna rolled down the window and asked if we were clear. The construction guy said, "Oh yeah, I was just whistling at your truck." That was a first.
That was Friday. Later today, when back at the camp site, a pickup came to a stop on the road beside our rig. They must have gawked at the Big Sky for two-three minutes before moving on. They seemed to be impressed.
Two flatteries in one 24 hours - enough to make one blush.
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