You were three (nearly-bleach) blonde girls in your late teens. You were wearing really casual summer outfits; one of whom had writing in glitter on the booty area. Cute, really.

You were walking and chit-chatting. I only caught bits of the conversation, but from what I extracted, it was about one of your parents giving you a Mercedes, and you couldn’t understand why they would do such a thing. Are Mercedes not popular anymore? I wonder what would be a good car for girls like you. Landrover? H3? 

And, to seal the deal, the three of you were walking into a tanning salon.

Awetastic. 

It was nice not running into you.