Right after I came home from Vietnam I was over in Birmingham visiting my girlfriend. Her brother was getting married the next weekend so I helped out by driving his fiance around to order flowers, etc.
She was, in today’s vernacular, “smokin’ HOT” and we were in a loaner Corvette. We stopped for gas and immediately had THREE guys cleaning the windshield. They kept staring at her and then glancing at me, probably thinking “What is she doing with him?”
In the interests of Truth, I came close to saying, “Hey, guys, this is NOT my girl and this is NOT my car.” But I didn’t! ;-)
(My girl was a wonderful, completely beautiful, blond whose cards, letters, cookies and steadfast encouragement got me through Vietnam.)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tFciUhOKfCQ
“She was, in today’s vernacular, “smokin’ HOT” and we were in a loaner Corvette.>