One time back in the 70s, during the summer, I had to run an errand for work. I took my car and went off to pick up whatever the hell it was.
On the way back, I passed 2 women looking for a ride. They looked a little scraggly, but they were both wearing tight, midriff-baring knit tops and shorts. Nice racks and no bras (this was pretty much the norm at the time). I figured, "What the hell?" and picked them up. So one jumps into the front & the other in the back (bucket seats) and they ask me to drive them somewhere not too far to pick up some keys or something.
The two of them are a bit flaky, and jabbering back and forth, and talking about hitchhiking misadventures. The blonde in the front is telling me about this guy who picked them up and just reached over a grabbed her crotch. Then she says "Like this!" and reaches over and gives my package a squeeze! I almost jumped out of the seat.
So they're back to chatting, and there was no one there when we got to wherever. So they say "Why don't we pick up some beer and go back to our place?" I couldn't believe my luck....
Well, I make a few turns, looking for a place to buy some beer, when all of a sudden I hear a hissing sound. The effing radiator hose split and I'm spouting steam from under the hood! I pull over, the two bimbos hop out of the car, say "Thanks for the ride" and walk off, me cursing and swearing at the damn car.
As they say, almost only counts in horseshoes...
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