Way back in the day I worked in a real estate office. It stood on the corner of a busy road and a side road. On the other corner was a bakery. About 3 or 4 mornings a week about 10.00-10.30 this little black VW would turn into the side road and pull up. Out would get the deliciously pert Kendall and jiggle into the bakery. Even now I can see that arse in tight trousers/jeans/skirt.
Jesus that was some sight.