After this past Sunday’s short-course 2700 in south Phoenix, I was driving home and stopped at a convenience store for a snack. As some of my boxes of ammunition were on the passenger seat, I kept a close eye on the car while in the market.
Sure enough, a young and rather attractive blonde started hovering near that side of the car with the occasional glance inside and then toward the store.
I paid for my purchase and hurried back out.
As I neared the car she asked, “Would you be interested in sex for ammo?”
I said, “Maybe. What kind of ammo do you have?”
(Adapted from here.)