Years ago, as a teenager, I worked at a full service gas station.
At the time gas stations still pumped gas for the customer and washed the windows of the cars while the gas was pumping.
I had the pleasure of seeing up the skirts/dresses of many women as I washed their windshield. Some were accidental, as these ladies were unaware how much we could see from that vantage point.
There was one regular customer, a woman in her forties, that I am sure did it on purpose almost every time she came in for gas. She always had a smile and flirtatious way of speaking to me when I would bring the charge slip to her window for signature.
At the time gas stations still pumped gas for the customer and washed the windows of the cars while the gas was pumping.
I had the pleasure of seeing up the skirts/dresses of many women as I washed their windshield. Some were accidental, as these ladies were unaware how much we could see from that vantage point.
There was one regular customer, a woman in her forties, that I am sure did it on purpose almost every time she came in for gas. She always had a smile and flirtatious way of speaking to me when I would bring the charge slip to her window for signature.

