Last weekend on my way to a birthday party, I got behind an S.U.V. that had "Florida Bound" written across the back window, and the license plate depicting the state of Georgia. We were both heading towards Panama City on a four-lane highway.
As I passed the S.U.V., the driver honked the horn many times. I looked over and saw several girls waving at me as they sped up and passed me. Then they slowed down. I decided to play along with them, so I passed them, honked the horn of my truck, and flexed my bicep as I passed them again. They cheered.
A few minutes later, they honked the horn at me and passed me again. This time when I looked over, the driver had pulled her bikini top down and was shaking her bare breasts at me. I gave her a thumbs up, considering that a more-than-fair trade.
At the next stop light, the S.U.V. pulled up next to me in the left lane. The passenger handed me a sticky note. I opened it up and it had the driver's phone number along with her first and last name for Facebook.
That was the most interesting way I had ever gotten a number off a girl.