Had a girl come into the shop Monday and leave her truck to check it out. I think she ran it out of fuel, and had problems getting it primed, but the point here, is there were probably 20 empty . 45 shell casings in the floor. I noticed them right away, and from 8' identified them as . 45ACP. She smiled, then said, "Good guess. "
I replied, "That wasn't a guess. "
With a puzzled look, she asked,"How'd you know what they were from over there?"
Pulling my jacket back on my right, I revealed my . 45. She smiled, and said,"1911. "
I smiled, "How'd you recognize it from over there?"
She had gotten out, was still smiling, turned, pulled up the back of her shirt, revealing a very pretty pair of thong underwear. Oh, and a just as attractive Springfield Micro.....
"Heyyyyy," as I pointed, "a Springfield, AND a Cummins..... I got some friends that would like you!!"
"How'd the hell you know it was a Springfield??!" she said, surprised.
"I'm a pro. " I said, in my best bullS tone..... "Now, what's wrong with the truck... ... ... ... ... ..... "
Needless to say, when she came to pick it up, I was sure to have two friends over to introduce her to... . They didn't get too far, but she was nice. Guess you can only do so much... ... Too bad, she appears to be a keeper.....
She said she had a nice collection of Kimbers, too... ... May have to try to "arrange" some more meetings with some of my buds. I just want to see her guns. :-laf