A truck pulls into the parking lot. The driver is a woman talking on a cell phone. She's gesturing with her hands to whoever's on the other end of the conversation. Aaaaand she pulls back out of the parking spot and drives away.
The paint on that oversized red ford truck across the street is so shiny, and smooth, it's easy to imagine that it's the surface of a liquid, and that if your hand might sink right into it if you touched it. It's also fun to imagine a smiling girl in a bikini lying across the hood and waving to me.