No shit, this one time (not at band camp!), when I was 19, I was rolling thru Ewash in my pimpin 86 Dodge Van, all styled out for dirtbagging in and I stopped in Wilbur for a chocolate shake at this one fast food place that made these killer chocolate shakes, and even tho the sign on the door said "No shirt, No shoes, No Service" I went in shirtless and barefoot cuz I was ripped and chicks dug my 8 pack, anyway this kinda fugly soccer mom working the cash register says, "you can't come in here dressed like that" and I'm all, "wtf, i don't want to walk back across the parking lot barefoot, i just want a chocolate shake to go" and the hot girl working the fryolater says, "i'll bring it out to you" so i pay and leave and she comes out and gives me my shake and says "i have an hour lunch break in 15 minutes" so i hang out and we drive up behind the golf course on some road she knows and i hit in the back of my van on the bed and she never took off her visor or her skirt, which were both part of her uniform.
then i dropped her off and went boldering.