The other day Drea and I are walking down the street.

"Did you see that woman?" Drea asks. I look around, confused. What woman? "That woman that just walked past us. She was orange. Like, bright orange!" I shrug. She glares. "You've really gotta keep up."

A few minutes later the same thing happens. "What was up with that woman's pants?" she asks. Again, I am the posterchild of obliviousness. "How are you not seeing any of this?" she asks incredulously.

Finally, walking down Surf, a woman walks towards us wearing a pair of the squeakiest shoes I've ever heard. Knowing my cue, I shoot Drea a sideways glance as the woman walks past us.

She shoots me back the same conspiratorial glance and says, "That's all I'm asking for."