An attractive young lady sat in her stalled auto, awaiting help. Two young men walked up and volunteered their aid. "I'm out of gas," she lamented. "Could you push me to a gas station?" They readily put their muscles to the rear of the car and rolled it several blocks. After a while, one looked up, exhausted, to see that they had just passed a filling station. "How come you didn't turn in?" he called.
"I never go there," the girl shouted back. "They don't give trading stamps." |