[Gunner]

Okay, I'm not single, but...

There's a speed shop in town that's been around since the 1950s. They always have sweet, busty young things working the checkout kiosk up front. In high school, we'd hang around for hours, arguing the virtues of parts we'd never be able to buy and the possible vices of the counter girls, who treated us like doorknobs.

I drove 707 there the first Sunday I had to scrounge for a few basics. The plate glass windows in front overlook the parking lot. I browsed, I found a few things, no one said anything. I was checking out and one of the sweetest checkout girls I've ever seen said, "You have a nice car." I said thanks, and that she probably saw a lot of nice cars. "Not like THAT," she replied.

Would have KILLED for an exchange like that back in the day. I just smiled and went home to the wife and family. Grinning, of course.