This morning I lucked out and was able to buy two boxes of ammo.
I placed the boxes on the front seat and headed back home but stopped at a quick stop to get some gas. A drop-dead, gorgeous blonde in a short skirt was filling up her car at the next pump. She glanced at the two boxes of ammo, leaned in my passenger window, and said, "I'm a big believer in barter, old fella. Would you be interested in trading sex for ammo?"
I thought for a few seconds and asked, "What kind of ammo 'ya got?"