Once upon a time,
there was this old rotten orange jeep, which my friend Izaak drove, pulling up next to me.
Next to him sat, quietly staring in front of him, that intriguing stranger ... he was right there, one touch away, wouldn’t turn his head, nor say hi ... so I gave a kick to that car to shake him up a bit ...

....

my dear friend Izaak told me the next day, that stranger laughed his off after your little attack there and he wanted to know all about you
which greatly inspired me to go for some more "attacks" ... each one different of course

Just the way it goes. I simply have highly amusing encounters ...