Is Dangerous Flirting in Your Bag of Trickz?

It's in mine. Hold on, before you run off and tell Bill that I've got bunnies boiling on the stove - let me explain... My 'bag of trickz" is a collection of funny memories and experiences that make me smile. Something I review when things are looking down. Actually it's more of a manila folder than a bag, but you get the idea. In this folder is one of my favorite adolescent memories, "Dangerous Flirting."
First, a little background... Growing up, my family resided in South Louisiana. Many of our summer vacations took place on the gulf coast. One fine summer when I was about 11 or 12 years old, the family headed down to "beautiful" Biloxi, MS for a week at the beach. While there, my sister, let's call her Cheryl, and I spent our afternoons soaking up sun and cruizing in our parents 1979 baby-blue Ford Thunderbird... Cheryl was old enough to drive...and flirt.
One afternoon while cruizing, I shyly admitted to Cheryl that I was a little jealous that all the boys liked her and none of them even noticed me. Cheryl, with about 17 years of wisdom under her belt, told me I just needed to flirt. Embarrassed, I responded "I don't know how!"
"It's easy" Cheryl said, "just say 'Hey' and let them take it from there." Hmmm...just say "Hey." Could it be that easy? AWESOME! I thought, even I could do that.
"There's a guy on a bike just up there" Cheryl said as we crawled along the beach strip, "roll down your window and say 'Hey' when we get close."
"Already" I replied nervously.
"Yep" she said, then thankfully commented "It'll be easy, traffic is picking up... It's just practice."
"Okay" I said, "I'll do it." The moment of truth approaches...with thankfully increasing speed on the strip. Down goes the window and out squeaks a shy little "hey."
No response from bicycle guy. Heartbroken, I looked at Cheryl and said "It didn't work, boys don't like me!"
Calmly Cheryl said "He didn't even hear you, say it louder."
Convinced, I agree to try again... Traffic has slowed so young Mr. Bicycle is ahead of us again. Anxiously I wait for another chance to try my new flirting skills. We approach him...Deep breath, and "Hey" comes out a little more confident... Sadly, Biker Boy didn't notice...
"LOUDER" Cheryl demanded.
"One more time" I reluctantly agree... A couple minutes go by, easing my nerves as I wait for one last opportunity to flirt with the cute boy on the bike... And I vow "This time: he'll notice me." As we approach the near-deaf peddler once again, I clear my throat and prepare. He's right there. Out the window I shout "HEY!"
Startled, Mr. Bicycle turns to me with fear in his eyes, he loses control of his bike and down he goes into traffic. Luckily for him, traffic is only moving at about 15 MPH at this point.
Poor guy, I briefly thought... then turned to Cheryl and said "Get us outta here!"
If that doesn't cheer you up on a blue day, you might want to try it for yourself. Yes, try shouting at an unsuspecting, innocent adolescent on a bicycle as they navigate through heavy traffic... It's sure to end up a favorite in your handy Bag of Trickz. Smilez!