Exchanging glances
Don't know if this qualifies, but I have a brother two years younger and we grew up in the desert, so often while in the car, we'd drive with the windows down. Once we pulled up next to a stop light next to a pretty girl with her car window down as well, in the next lane.

Still don't know why I did it, but I looked over at her and with full lungs yelled, "Hey!" My brother turned to lookat why I was yelling at the same time she looked over, somewhat startled to see why in the hell she was being yelled at.

Their eyes met. He whipped his head around and said, "Go, get out of here, drive!" The light was still red so we sat there for an uncomfortable few moments while he muttered, "bastard, bastard, bastard" under his breath.

Never done it since, but he was really pissed off at me laughing like a loon as soon as she sped away with a little chirp of her tires.
( BrokenCoccyx doesn't mind if you grope on, Wed 27 Apr 2011, 3:47, Reply)