I had one of those "unbelievable" moments about 9 years ago. You know, a kind of situation that if it hadn't happened to me, I'd never believe anyone who told me the following story. I was working for the Post Office in Nashville and my shift would get over around 6:30 AM. At the time, there was an unwritten policy in place about meeting dispatch times, no matter what. Most dispatches were between 5 and 6:30 AM and the trucks would make their dispatches 99% of the time. However, there was always a small amount of letters that wouldn't make it out on time, usually because they would show up as rejects on other machines. So, the powers-that-be decided they would offer some easy overtime to clerks who would deliver letters to the outlying stations in the area. I lived 5 minutes from a suburban post office, so I would volunteer.
One particular morning, I volunteered to drop mail off at 2 stations about 5 miles apart. I delivered a handful of letters to the first station, then that's when the fun began. The second station was off the beaten path a bit and I wasn't sure where it was. For some reason, I thought of "Duck Dodgers in the 24th and a half Century". In the cartoon, the director tells Dodgers, "We believe it to be on Planet X, somewhere in THIS area" and points to a map that says "Unknown".
I saw a sign that said "Post Office" and it pointed down a street. After driving on the street for awhile, I discovered I had no idea where the station was and decided to ask for directions. I know, shock of all shocks, a man asking for directions. I headed toward a Food Lion and asked for a little help. Turns out, I had turned down the correct road; I just didn't go far enough back in the boonies. So, armed with my newfound knowledge, I started across the parking lot to my truck. And that's when I saw her.
As I got in my truck, I noticed a car at the far end of the parking lot and saw a nice looking blonde woman walking toward it. Now being the people-watcher I am, I started watching her, thinking it was too early in the morning (too late?) for a little sweetheart like that to be out and about. Then the most bizarre thing happened. She was about 20 feet from her car when she suddenly stripped her shorts (and panties) off, exposing her bare ass to the world, or in my case, just me. Um, okay... you have my undivided attention.
At that point I realized I wasn't in such a hurry to get back on the road, at least not until the "show" was over. Then she made it even more interesting by throwing her shorts in her car, then squatting down to look under the chassis. I looked around for someone with a camera, figuring someone had to be filming this. I mean, I had a perfect view of her ass in all its glory. Despite my enjoying the show, my mind went from voyeuristic perversion to finding all of this a bit disturbing. She wasn't drunk but she sure was on some slick, exotic, mind-bending drug. So, the Good Samaritan in me took over.
