How I know I'm Fly...

My partner and I were on our way to the fuel pumps the other night, he was driving and turned on his signal to make a left on Chancery Street from Hawthorne Street. A car was gliding through the stop sign on Chancery to make a right turn onto Hawthorne, and the driver started flapping his arms to flag us down. My partner rolled down his window and this is what I heard him say "Can I help you?" followed by "Yess?" followed by "Fly??" followed by hysterical laughter and "okayyy."

Apparently the man driving the vehicle flagged us down to say "Excuse me, Sir? Could you please tell your partner I think she's mad Fly! Yes, Fly." LOL and so my "fly" status has been confirmed, for all you doubters

~Niki