music: Bob Dylan, You’re A Big Girl Now
Armen pulled his thumb back and turned to walk. He felt the traffic rush by, and though for a moment how he had come to trust the traffic so much that he could turn his back on it when it was so dangerously near. He’d never really thought of that before, at least so far as he could recall.
He turned back to post his thumb up over his shoulder again, and again and again.
A microbus rushed past him then came to an abrupt stop on the shoulder. Two surfboards were mounted on the roof, and two surfers were mounted in the front seats. Armen hadn’t thought of the ocean until that moment, but when he got up to the passenger side window he asked, “heading to the coast?”