It’s late afternoon at Charlie’s Gas out on the bypass. Four local guys are standing around drinking sodas and just visiting when the Hummer pulls up.

That gets their attention right away. They stop whatever they’re doing and look over the glitzy set of wheels. Then, out steps a woman from the driver’s side. They can tell it’s a woman because she isn’t wearing any clothes. She’s naked as a jay-bird!

The lady starts pumping gas. You could hear a pin drop around that gas station except for the sound of the gas pump. The valve clicks off at slightly over 20 gallons.

The naked lady hangs up the pump, walks to the door of her Hummer, climbs in and drives off. The four guys are standing there, transfixed. Not a word is said until Old Charlie, the station owner, bursts out of the office yelling, "Hey, that was a gas drive-off — call the cops!"

It takes a while, but eventually the four men emerge from their stupor. Charlie dials 911 and reports a gas drive-off. It’s not real busy that afternoon so a nearby deputy sheriff arrives within a few minutes to take the report.

The deputy steps over to the four guys and asks if anybody remembers the tag number. "It was a Hummer," one guy says.

"That’s right, I seen it too," reports another.

"I know that," says the deputy, "but did any of you guys think to write down the tag number?"

"Yeah, right, the tag number," answers another man, scratching the back of his head and looking lost somewhere in space.

Wouldn’t you think at least one of these good old boys would remember the Hummer’s tag number? They didn’t even know what state it was from.

The truth is, nobody was looking at the license plate. They were too busy looking at the naked lady pumping over $50 worth of gas. Guess she knew what she was doing that day at Old Charlie’s.