From the Book of..'You Can't Make This Shit Up'.

I set out to go do my laundry very early this morning. Standing outside is a neighbor who just recently purchased a used car, one of her tired is flat. As I walk by I asked did she have Triple A,she doesn't know what that is. I asked did she know how to change a flat tire, she said no.

Being that when I DO run into her in passing, we flirt HARD. Her telling me that I couldn't handle her and that I need to get a physical first before anything else. So... I tell her she has three options. One, drive the car to a flat repair shop.. Two, fix it yourself, or.. Three, jump in the back seat, take off the panties you're wearing, give them to me and I will fix it for you. She thought hard and ask the ONE question women always ask when I ask for their panties..' What are you going to do with them?'

Nothing really, just knowing and YOU knowing you gave them to me is enough. 

Well, she said no because she doesn't have any on, they all say that. So I instructed her on how to do it while standing by. She did it and now can claim she fix her first flat tire on her on car.