who you callin' random?!

Tonight, after a lovely sushi dinner, my friend, her two-month-old daughter, and I copped a squat on the curb to sit and chat.  We were on the edge of the sidewalk, where cars pull in to park, and we were facing a vacant parking spot.  When a giant suburban rolled in and hit the brakes inches from our feet (and the baby's head), we kept chatting and pretended not to be alarmed.  We shaded the baby's eyes until the driver of the giant suburban finally turned the lights off.  My friend commented, "Well, that's random to just leave your lights on for that long."  And, of course, I said, "Really?  She's the random one?  We're hanging out on a curb with a baby."  I think we may have just surpassed the ghetto factor of the "baby in a bar" scene from Sweet Home Alabama!