This happens to be a true story, involving me (unfortunatly). In my late 50's, divorced for years, I decided to give these dating sites (like eharmony) a try. It took quite a while, but eventually they found a lady willing to give me a chance, and a date was arranged. My vehicle is an 07 Ford Ranger XLT with leather bucket seats. Nervous as [censored], I picked her up, and of course did the gentlemanly thing of opening the door for her, etc. I had placed a small flower thingy in the glove box, and as I was seated, leaned over to open it...
and ripped a BIG ONE! The leather seats amplified the noise considerably. She said something like #&*%@*%, got out and stormed back into her house. I am not going to try dating anymore.
and ripped a BIG ONE! The leather seats amplified the noise considerably. She said something like #&*%@*%, got out and stormed back into her house. I am not going to try dating anymore.