I was lifting at my gym this afternoon. The back wall of the gym is made up of almost floor-to-ceiling windows. As I'm lifting I glance up and notice a red sports car parked outside. Cool, I think. I look again and notice it's a Ferrari. A brand new red Ferrari F430 Spider. Very cool. More than cool. I lack the words, in fact, to fully quantify the level of cool this car exuded. So, naturally, I stare. Probably slack jawed. Pretty sure I wasn't drooling. Did I mention it was a Ferrari. A new F430. Spider. Red.
About this time, I snap back to reality and notice a Womens is standing in my line of sight. Funny, I hadn't notice her before. And, she's looking at me. Like I'm naked but for a raincoat. And it hits me, she thinks I'm looking ... no, staring ... at her. So, I say, to be polite, and to let her know I'm not the perv she clearly thinks I am: "Sorry, not looking at you. I'm looking at the Ferrari behind you." She turns to look at the Ferrari. Then she kinda laughs. And then I think she notices the other three or four mens (sic) staring at the Ferrari.
Here's the car: http://www.forbesautos.com/.../Ferrari/F430_Spider
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