The big-rig driver stopped to pick up a girl hitchhiker who was wearing very short shorts.
“What’s your name, mister?” she inquired, after she climbed up into the truck.
“It’s Snow — Roy Snow,” he answered, “and yours?”
“Me, I’m June Hansen,” she said.
“Hey, why do you keep sizing me up with those sidelong glances?” she challenged the trucker a few miles down the road.
“Oh, I was just thinkin’ what it might be like,” he drawled, “having eight inches of Snow in June?”
