As a 16 year old kid working at a gas station out on the Ohio Turnpike many decades ago, I had gassed up a nice convertible with a couple young ladies in it. The guy I was working with approached the driver's side to collect payment and the young lady asked him if he'd rather take out the bill "in trade." One hears about these things once in a while but until it happens to you, you kind of doubt it.
We used to have a pimp who came through dropping off his lot lizards to work the trucks. I swear he had a scanner, or somehow knew when the staties would be patrolling the lot, because he'd come flying in there, pick up his girls, and be out of the lot just minutes before the State Highway Patrol guys cruised the lot.
