There’s a little country gas station about 6 miles from my house, all the old timers hang out in there all day. A gal a few years older than me who is a smoke show and we’ll endowed walked in there about noon to buy beer, she was headed to the river so she was wearing a bikini top and a pair of short shorts. I walked in about 20 minutes later the same time as an old fella named Roy. Roy went in everyday at noon, bought the cheapest beer and drank the rest of the day away every day. So we walk in and these old guys are giggling and smiling. They start telling Roy about her big boobs, long legs, etc. After they get done telling Roy all this he just has a puzzled look on his face and blurts out “What kinda beer she buy?” I guess that was most important to him. I choked/swallowed Copenhagen I just put in my mouth and gagged/laughed all the way to the door.