Bag Boy
In my much younger high school days, I had an after school job at a local grocery store. Bagging groceries was my specialty. I loaded up some bags, the lady and I proceeded out to the parking lot.
On our way out, she says, in a low, soft voice, " I have an itchy cooter". A few more steps, again, " I have an itchy cooter". I'm sorry lady, but, I can't tell the difference between all these new foreign cars, you'll have to point it out!