A truck driver stopped to picked up a girl hitchhiker in short shorts in Chicago headed to Cleveland as a spring northerner was approaching.
“Say, what’s your name, mister?” she inquired, after she climbed up in the truck to get warm.
“It’s Snow, Roy Snow,” he answered, “and what’s yours?”
“I’m June, June Hansen,” she said. “Hey, why do you keep sizing me up with those sidelong glances?” after a bit she challenged
the trucker some miles down the road. The truck driver thought for a moment,
“Can you imagine what it might be like, having six inches of Snow in June?”
