Back around 1983 I was cruising around and some girl flagged me down near the mall. She was the 14 year old daughter of a friend of mine. She kind of had a crush on me at the time and was begging for a ride on my chopper.. I was kind of leery about giving young little girls rides on my bike. I told her I would give her a ride around the mall and not to tell her mom. After I did, I forgot all about it. A week or so later her mom came unglued on me talking some $h!t about me picking up her little girl and scaring her leg. I was swallowing pretty hard because she was giving me a hard time about trying to pick up her little girl. After she saw that I was quite taken aback about the whole thing, she let me know she was just giving me $h!t and giving me a hard time and that it was OK. But I had no idea about the scar on her leg. Apparently when she got off my bike she burned her leg on my pipes.
Twenty five or so years later, I went to a local bar that I did not frequent. The bartender poured me a Jack & Coke. I wondered how this gal knew that I wanted a Jack & Coke? I thought there was a special or something. The next one she brought she said, "This one is on me Builder." How in the hell did this gal know me by name? She acted surprised and couldn't believe that I didn't remember picking her up on my chopper. I was stumped. She played it out for a while until I was going to go. I felt a little dumbfounded because I certainly remembered all the chicks I had picked up over the years.
She wouldn't let me leave without buying me another J&C. Then she told me that I scarred her for life and I am telling her that she must have had me mistaken for someone else....but she knew me by name! $hit! What the H3LL did I do? Then she told me I picked her up when she was only 14 years old! I was kind of freaking a bit and denying that I ever picked up an underage girl. Then she yells over to a lady at the back of the bar, "MOM! This is the guy who burned me!" The lady in the back of the bar started yelling threats at me and was getting out of her chair and coming towards me, and I'm like, I'm getting the H3LL out of here!
When Mom got close to me she started just busting a gut laughing....and then I recognized my old home town friend from all those years ago.
Then the bartender had to show me her "Harley burn". She was always proud of that scar.
Sh!t! Pour me a double!