ERrr, ahh, what unit would that be, boss?
To tell a fun story (at least fun to me) a friend and I were driving up the Alaska Highway a lot of years ago. We stopped in a place called Watson Lake Yukon Territory, a wide spot on 1500 miles of gravel road, for lunch an a beer or two. It was a slow weekday afternoon, so we got to chatting with the bartender in the pub. He told us the Friday night before when the joint was in full swing (not much to do on Friday night if you don't want to drive 150 miles to the next town for a drink) when a pair of 'unescorted women' entered by their dedicated entrance and sat down for a beer to the delight of all. A few minutes later, one of them puts some change in the juke box, punches a few buttons and she and her friend start dancing together. A slow dance starts, things heat up, suddenly one plants one on the other. Moments later buttons are being undone, skin exposed and interests focused. The music ends, they're standing there half dressed with maybe 50 crusty backwoods types drooling....with a giggle they grab their clothes off the floor and make it out the door. Guys busted out laughing and full of 'did you see that?', 'which did you like better?' and so on.
Then somebody noticed both tills open and empty.
The cops came and nobody, but nobody could describe the women, let alone who crept in and got the bucks (everyone else was locals). They could describe their underwear (maybe even a birthmark here or there) but noting of any use to the authorities. We stopped by two weeks or so later on the way back, still no clues but lots of speculation.......
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