You were driving down the road in a forest, the rising sun glaring a tad through the trees. You look at the trees and foliage, taking in the scene, when suddenly, you see a lady, in a semi see through nylon shirt with a black pattern, black underwear underneath the shirt, a small black beehive hairdo, red lipstick, blue and pink eye shadow, fingerless nylon gloves that look like tights and were the same pattern as her shirt, a thick black leather jacket, jean shorts, and big black boots.

She has her arm out, holding a thumbs up, with a cardboard sign that says “Cali or bust” with a big smile, a bunch of black bags surrounding her feet. You pull over and watch her run over in a state of childish excitement. She throws her bags in the back and hops in the front next to you, quickly kissing you on the cheek.

“Thank you sooo much! Finally a clean and honeys looking guy! Do you have any idea how many guys have tried to pick me up for just a cheap fling so far?”