Had my first quasi run-in with a prostitute today. Dropping off my first Lyft ride of the night and my passenger said something as she got out about how the prostitute across the street slowed down and thought I was stopping for her.

I look up, and this lady of the night is staring right at me. Cigarette in one hand, wearing this blue thing I felt hadn't seen a washing machine in a while. I pull out into the street, and she's waltzing my way. I drove by and smiled, an amused smile. The sun was still out. Cop rolled past seconds later.

I hope she ducked them.