A couple of years back, me and my sister were running some errands and we saw this dude hitchhiking. Now, she isn't the type to EVER pick up a hitchhiker, but, for some reason she stopped. I was uneasy from the start, as he was dressed oddly and carried a bright pink cloth bag, about the size of a large purse, and with a strap that went over his shoulder. There was something weird about that. He got into the car and said nothing, which was weird. I asked how far he was going, and he just kept looking behind us, nervously. He was also clutching the pink bag in his hands, in like a death-grip, he even had it against his chest just holding it there. Just to break the silence, I finally asked "Hey man what you got in that bag?" and he reacted really weirdly. He shouted (loudly!) "None of your damn business!" It spooked me pretty bad... my sister was looking really scared now, and so I finally said that we wanted to know what he had hidden in the bag that was so important, or else he'd have to get out of the car. He just screamed "none of your damn business!!" again. By this point I was worrying that he might have a gun or something, or maybe he just robbed a store or something. So I said "look pal, you either show us the contents of that bag you got there, or you're going to have to get out of the car." He shouted "none of your damn business!" again, then again, and again, this time totally losing it, in a rage..."Don't you get it?? None of your damn business!!!" At this point he just kept screaming that "none of your damn business, don't you get it? line over and over, totally losing it. My sister stopped the car in a panic, and he was still screaming "none of your damn business" as he finally got out. He then started "skipping" along the road, and walked on, his thumb out again already. What a fruitcake. We drove about another mile and- BLUE LIGHTS... we were pulled over by a County Sherriff's Deputy and he asking if we had seen a man with a bright pink cloth bag. He got some sort of report on this guy and had a description of my sister's car. We told him what happened, and he took off in the direction of where we'd let him out, lights and sirens going and everything. We saw several more cop cars go by, with their lights on, in that direction. So please family be careful who you pick up if you ever do so. Our situation turned out okay but you never know! The funny thing is, when we got back to her place, we found that the guy had FORGOTTEN the pink bag in the back seat of her car! The moral to the story, of course, is not only "don't pick up hitchhikers," but more more importantly, if you don't want someone to know the contents of something, don't forget it in their car!
I have had mixed experiences with hitchhikers and hitchhiking. Most all of the people I have picked up have been cool. But a couple have been weird and one was a jerk.I have also hitchhiked a lot but never long distances. I think it is a lot safer than people make it out to be. If I feel safe I'll go in a car and if someone seems sane I'll let them ride in mine.
i spent 4 solid years hitch hikin. 2 short stints, and one 3 year stretch, i never killed anyone, never asked for showers or money. never got killed. only got picked up by 3 gay dudes, only got hit on once, but he gave me beer so i didnt mind, and single women did pick me up form time to time.
that story was bullshit. i would never hitchhike on my own or pick up a hitchhiker on my own but if i was with a guy i probably would it all depends on there vibe.
that story was bullshit. Obviously the joke went ... fzzhooooooooooooooooooooooow!!! (insert gesture here), which gave ME the laugh
No, but what was in the bag..... I'm saying a head, an alien head! ha ha ha so that settles it, it was an alien head from a creature from mars.... (but was it sill alive?) ha ha ha Mike...
more often then not, the hitchhiker is alot cooler, safer, and nicer, then the driver. but when the driver does decide to stop and give a ride, then he or she opens thier world up to the cool and nice. i owuldnt be afraid of pickin up hitchikers, just be careful. if they loook like a ganster or a drunkard or dont have a pack with them, then stay away. othere than that hitchikers are great.
When I was a teenager, I used to hitchhike short distances around town; when I had a car, I always stopped for hitchhikers. But hitching was really commonplace then, and was nothing that attracted any sort of suspicion. The crime rate was a lot worse then than now, too, so I can't make the case that it was safe. In early adulthood I had a few experiences (not related to hitchhiking) that made me extremely distrustful of most humans for many years. I remember saying, out loud, "I don't want friends, I don't want to know people, and I will have nothing to do with people outside my immediate family ever again, no matter what." I don't think my recovery really began until the late afternoon of July 1, 1992 when I came across this massive crowd that had gathered near Hebron, Ohio...
Sounds alot like a joke I heard on the road, Picked up a hiker who didnt say much, had a paper bag clutched in his hands, after a while asked what was in the bag he yelled NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS we dropped him off a ways down the road and kept going after a while I looked in the back seat and there was the dudes bag So, guess what was in it? NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS
when i used to hitchhike i used to carry a swag of heads - usually unwary motorists good enough to pick me up. one night i was finally caught bouncing a head up and down on a cars roof totally surrounded by a special swat team handpicked to track me down. these days things are alot quieter now that i'm in a secret experimental lab being run by the cia.
there are some crazys out there, but when it comes down to should i pick up a hitcher, go with ur intuiton, as that will keep u alive, now as a hitcher, were more worryed bout whos gonna pick us up, my first hitch was from madison wi, to st pete florida, came acorss one person who hit me, some gay trucker, but he was cool with the fact that iam straght, gave me a ride as far as he could. from then it was pleasent hitching, i would pick up a hitcher, but when i hitch iam always in a tye dye and carry a pack, hopin some hippie kids give me a lift. so if i see ya on the side of the road, i would so give u a ride,
