Ha ha ha! The good ol' days! I took a gal to the drive-in one summer night in 1967. I still remember her name (Vicki R) and we were there to see Sidney Poitier in "To Sir With Love". We pulled in just before dark, I found a good slot to park in, hung the speaker on the window, turned the volume off and we chatted until the cartoon came on, then cuddled up to get ready for the feature movie. The hanky-panky started early and about a half hour into the movie, it started pouring rain! Heck, we couldn't see 10 feet in front of the car, much less see the dang movie screen! I turned the volume off on the speaker, turned the radio on a slow rock station with the volume down low, then things really started getting heated! I had a black, 1960 Pontiac Ventura and there was no reason to climb in the back seat, because even that front bench seat was as big as a twin bed in those days! After quite a bit of vigorous exercise, we laid there and dozed off! Next thing I knew, someone was banging on the passenger side door glass with a flashlight! Through the heavily fogged up window I could make out a uniform and badge behind the flashlight! Oooops! I cracked the window open about 6-8 inches and he asked what we were doing. I answered, "just watching the movie, officer!"Originally Posted by Big Muddy
That's when I realized it had not only stopped raining, but the screen was dark, the place had closed up and we were the ONLY car in that, now VERY dark, parking lot. Gulp! He was cool and just told us to get ourselves together and follow him out through the exit. I slipped behind the wheel, started the car, wiped the fog off the windshield with my shirt so I could see to drive, then pulled out of the parking spot to fall in behind the fine officer as he led us toward the exit. That's about the time I heard the eeeerrrriipppp-POP as I drove off with the speaker still hanging on the closed driver's window! Luckily that ripping/popping noise was the cable-clad wiring stretching and (luckily) breaking before my door glass let loose. I simply eased the window down a few inches, threw the speaker into the backseat and continued following the nice officer off the property like nothing had happened!
I'm SO glad he didn't ask for any identification that night. I was a half-nekkid, 16 year old kid with a 15 year old girl, in Vicksburg, Mississippi, driving with a Florida Learner's Permit!
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