On the way to work this morning I pulled up to a stop sign and couldn't help staring for a couple of seconds at two devastatingly-pretty high-school girls who seemed to be waiting for their school bus.

They were staring at me too.

And you know that look that a high-school girl will give you. She'll look right at you with those big, dark eyes that seem to say, "I see you looking at me. Come and get it. I dare you. I'm not a little girl anymore."

As I pulled away I turned and looked back over my shoulder. They were still looking at me.

8:20am.

I'll be there again tomorrow.