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Have you ever picked up a hitch hiker Or have you ever been the hitch hiker? With everything your mama's told you, let me hear it.
I have been on both ends, both good. I was traveling from Charlotte to Winston-Salem one night around 11pm and my 'cams' broke in my car. It was night, raining, and I was on the interstate, no signs of life, no lights, no nothing. If I walked, where would I walk too? There was nothing in sight. I stood outside my car, looking like a stalker in my dads old trench coat hoping a police car would drive by. I was hoping someone would stop and give me a ride (but not kill me). I know that if I was driving, I would not have stopped and picked 'me' up. A older man stopped and I asked if he would take me to the next exit. I got in and was scared to death. I have seen waaay too many horror movies. I don't think we looked at each other or even spoke. He got off at the next exit, a couple miles down the road, and dropped me at the truck stop. I gave him $10 and then thought about what had just happened. Should you fear people or be thankful. I didn't think that I could ever stop for anyone, so why did I expect someone to stop for me. The other story takes place in the middle of the day. I was driving home and saw a guy walking with a dress shirt, pants, tie and nice shoes and asked if he needed a ride. He said it was his first day at his new job and his car had died. He was walking the rest of the way. I dropped him at work and he was sooo thankful. I guess he was closer to work than home. I think I did this for payback in turn for the other guy giving me a ride. Kind of a pay it forward type of thing. That is the only time either event has ever happened. . [This message was edited Fri Oct 10 16:29:32 PDT 2003 by jthad1129] ---------------------------------
Funny and charming as usual | |
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Good stories. It is good to know that all faith hasnt been lost in human nature. | |
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I remember once when I was nine years old and friend and I were playing outside and we decided to pretend that we were hitchhikers, I remember sitting on top of my dads car sticking-up my thumb, then along came a car and it actually did slow down. I ran like hell I never did that again. | |
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