Flirtation in the Pimped out Honda

Mulling over the status quo in suburbia, thinking all was the same day to day, my views were unexpectedly skewed this morning. I was flirted with today driving into work despite the carseat in the back.
Driving into work today was navigating through a sea of green algea run amok, given that it was The Boston Celtics Victory Parade/Rolling Rally. I wasnt sure which I dreaded more, working the later shift, or driving in to work. It seems that everyone was making their way into the city by any means to celebrate and my Honda Civic was caught in the crossfire. I must confess,being in a Festive mood this morning I did wear a green shirt, to blend I suppose.
I cruised in using mostly back roads, listening to my latest 'book on CD' by Robin Cook, "Marker". The droning voice with little inflection had me drifting off when I hit Sullivan Square. Adeptly, I merged into the oncoming lane and stopped for the light. A light tan van pulled up next to me and I turned my head to look over, I wasnt sure why. A curly-haired man looked over, waved and winked.
'me?' I looked quizzically over at him, like he must have been having some sort of cerebral incident. I got nervous, turned my head back and concentrated deeply on the steering wheel, my first thought was
'Shit, I need to dust this freakin car.'
I looked in my rear view, made sure the car seat sat prounounced in the back, and looked again.
He was in a mini van, maybe he was a family guy?
Intrigued that a random person would flirt with me, despite their possible mental instability, I brought it up to my husband.
"I got flirted with" I said to him.
"I'm not surprised." He said. Hmm. nice. still attractive to him after all these years.
"really, wow!" I answered. "Why do you say that?" fishing for compliments.
"You have those pimped out seat covers in your Honda" he said.
Apparently the covers I put on my seat to avoid the perils of Mom-hood such as dog-barf, after school snacks, and early morning coffee spills seem to serve as an aphrodesiac for middle aged gold mini-van drivers.

Go figure!