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hitchhiker in the rain

I was driving off on kind of a fool's errand, with two others in the car, on Saturday. The sky was all dark and threatening rain. We bumped over the railroad tracks and were sailing on down this country road, and walking backward along the road, on our side, was an older woman (older than me, so pretty old! but not ancient), hitchhiking. I sailed on by, because I don't usually pick up hitchhikers... in fact, I've only ever been a passenger when someone else has picked up hitchhikers; I've never actually picked one up myself. And anyway, the car had two other people in it, so it was like, um, practically full? (No. It's a detestable soccer-mom-type van that can fit a huge number of people.)

Well, I was already pondering why I hadn't offered that woman a ride and thinking that I made the wrong choice, and then the first drops of rain come falling down. Now I'm thinking, that woman is walking along in the rain. Why didn't I pick her up? But I keep driving, and the more I drive, the more I think, well, not this time. Maybe some other time.

And then all of a sudden I swing into a side street and tell my passengers that although we're still going to finish the fool's errand, first we're going to go back and pick up the hitchhiker. So we drive back. Meanwhile, of course, she's made progress. So I stop (now going in the opposite direction from the direction she's traveling in) and say, "Hi, sorry, I didn't stop before, but I'm actually still going the way you're going so... would you like a lift?" But it turns out that by now she's within spitting distance of her destination, so she says thanks very much for the thought, but it's okay, she'll walk the rest of the way.

So, that's like so typical of me at my worst. To shilly-shally about something, not do something, ruminate over it, finally decide to take the plunge--and by then it's too late.


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Apr. 24th, 2006 02:40 am (UTC)
well it all is a little risky picking up a hitch hiker yet i have hitchhiked too before and picked them up too, once with my dad, we picked up a woman in the rain too in yellowstone. her name was "hope" and then in the tetons later on that summer i had to hitchhike after backpacking to get back to work at the laundry and it was the worst storm in history (actually was camping on the edge of the highest elevation recorded tornado heh i have weird luck)and by some grace of god or goddess i got picked up, my friends and i, by some nice folks. i guess you have to feel the situation out. i used to hitchhike in califirnia a little too. up north people are nice than in souther california when it comes to hitchhiking. it is harder these days to keep this tradition going.oh sorry i babbled.
Apr. 24th, 2006 10:15 am (UTC)
Oh I like long comments--don't apologize! It gives me something interesting to distract me from my work! And I like reading about your stories; you've had some cool experiences...
Apr. 25th, 2006 04:19 am (UTC)
oh ok, thanks. sometimes I repeat myself tho because my memory is here and there. I hope you are doing well. Peace, Nancy
Apr. 24th, 2006 09:47 am (UTC)
Picking up a hitch-hiker prompts shilly-shally type thinking! I usually offer them a ride but there is that part of my brain that "wonders".
Apr. 24th, 2006 10:13 am (UTC)
Well, normally I would be too chicken even to think of doing it--but this was one person--and a woman--and older--and alone--and I had my tall 17-year-old son in the car to help support the home team.
Apr. 24th, 2006 04:47 pm (UTC)
at least you tried.
Kind of ironic.
If she was hitch hiking before at what point was she just a hiker?
She couldn't have gotten THAT far!
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