Now that you mention it, I do. I found a good looking man who decided to hitch a ride. [That hand creeps up a few inches and stays there to savor the ground covered. If he wanted to,he could stretch his fingers to rub at the fly of his pants. They got a whole stake out to sit through, why rush?]

I want to hope it's the second.

[Because people on the low end of the totem pole don't always dig for gold.]