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				 Both sides of the coin... 
 Got a haircut today, usually my beautician is the only one there as I come in at closing.  I went at "prime time" today (for the salon), parked right in front of the front door, and it took me an additional twenty minutes after she was done with lowering my ears to talk to the other seven stylists there to explain what the car was and it's history was since they had no clue what that sexy car was (yep, two of them said it out loud). 
 My other recent recognition on Sunday was a ~85+ YO lady that I pulled up to next at a light on her left, just idling at 900 RPM (with the large cam lope) waiting for a light. Her window was down on the minivan, she looked over and then rolled up her window. I didn't get on it after rolling thru the light until I was well past her in case she had a medical condition.
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