When I was stationed at the Defense Language Institute in Monterey, California, one of my Navy shipmates was a gal named Victoria Sirker. She was nice, she was smart, and she was *very* nicely proportioned. (Filled out her uniform quite well :)
One day, I had just taken a seat on the shuttle bus that ran from the classrooms at the bottom end of the DLI up the long, steep slope to the Navy barracks, when Victoria climbed in, carrying a large grocery bag. I offered her my seat, which she accepted. When I looked down, I could not help but notice that Victoria had done some serious shopping- that bag was filled to the limit with just about every snack food the PX had to offer.
Aware of my gaze, Victoria said, "Uh-uh-uh, Kent! I see you peeking at my goodies!"
In a moment of pure inspiration, I replied, "Yes, and I've checking out your *groceries* too!"
Among many other fine qualities, Ms. Sirker had a sense of humor- she cracked up.