A big-rig operator stopped to pick up a female hitchhiker wearing really short shorts.

"Say, what's your name, Mister?" she drawled after climbing up into the truck.

"It's Snow... Roy Snow," he answered, "and what's yours?"

"Me, I'm June... June Hansen," she said.

After a short while she asked, "Hey, why do you keep sizing me up with those sidelong glances?"

"I was just imagining what it'd be like having eight inches of Snow in June."