I was riding in the front seat of the station wagon next to my dad while my mom and sister slept in the back seat. Just outside Jefferson City, we passed a truck with 5 teenage girls sitting in the bed of the truck. As we slowly passed them in the fast lane, the girls screamed and waved at me. I waved back and they giggled, and I received a shot of frisson unknown to me since.
After we passed them, my dad reminded me that I was still wearing the plastic bib that my mom made me wear to eat in the car. I ripped it off and didn't say another word the rest of the drive. Upon reaching our destination, I made my sister sit in the front seat with the bib on ("Don't ask why - just do it real quick") while I stood on my aunts trunk to see if you could see the bib from the angle the truck girls had seen. You could.