I stopped giving hitchhikers rides in Murrieta after I developed a rash that looked exactly like the rash the old-timer in my car had. I’m just so sensitive*. Really. So sensitive. It wasn’t any other reason is the sad part.
So I was driving home and I see a car with blinkers and windows down on the side of the road and a decently dressed guy hitching a ride a few paces up. So I stop. I ask about the car. Awkward. Not him. So he was in my car already. What was I gonna do or say. He seemed ok anyway.
“As far up as you can” he says. “I wish I could take you further but I’m turning off in a few miles” I said, genuinely. He said it was ok. We talked a bit about his difficulties and about mine. It went so fast. I gave him $10 and told him I knew what it was like to be hungry and we said our blessings to each other.
It was noteworthy and it was all by accident. Life is funny. Lol
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*I think I used to be more then. I was sick then with chronic fatigue. I can’t imagine that even ever happening now. Knock on wood. Lol Anyway…
