Carol's panties, huh? I recall as a rather studly(my opinion at the time) teenager, I was dating a gal named Carol and driving my '48 Dodge. Her old man was a huge guy and kinda gruff, apparently didn't like me much judging by his actions around me. I always drove into the driveway and went to the door, most guys I knew merely honked their horn and waited for their date to come running. This one night I pulled into the drive, went to the door expecting this sweet armful to greet me but instead was her dad....mad as a wet hen. Bellowing at me something about me thinking it was funny to do that to my headlights and to never darken his doorway again. I was dumbfounded, had no idea what he was talking about so simple me.....I asked what was wrong with my headlights. He grabbed me by the arm and jerked me out to the front of the car and pointed....one of my buddies had glued a set of falsies to the center of each lens. In the center of the grille they had attached a note saying "John's Cadillac" referring to the big bumpers on the current model. I was PO'd by this and apparently he saw my reaction and relented after some questioning. Carol wasn't as easily bought off....wanting to know who they belonged to, an answer I couldn't give at the time. I spent that evening shooting pool....alone.
I did eventually find out who was responsible....keep in mind paybacks can be rough.
