Not what you thought.

I saw you today, you were at my friends house mowing her yard. You saw me pull in, I had my radio up loud enough the whole town could probably hear it again. I parked my truck beside yours but you didn't know it was me. you always thought my truck belonged to by best friends boyfriend. You and him would talk for hours about my truck and yours, comparing this, discussing that. You never once thought it was mine till today. When I got out you walked over to me with a grin on your face , I guess you thought it was him and not me. When you finally spotted me your face fell a look of disappointment washing awaythat look of childish glee. You asked why I  was driving his truck and if he was just letting me borrow it for the weekend. It was then I realized you thought the truck was his. I had to explain that the truck was mine and he drove a car. I guess you thought it was him and every time you saw the truck it was him waving at you and not me you quit waving at me after that day.