The black convertible pulled up to the stoplight. The man sitting in it had a prominent bald spot and it was framed with a crown of thinning hair sticking straight up. He turned on the radio and it was blasting some old rock and he quickly silenced it.
In the back seat of the car was a German shepherd. It was looking around anxiously, as though embarrassed by the whole situation. But then traffic started moving, and the dog looked forward, seemed entirely at ease, and grinned.