I've been doing some driving for work for the past half a year, and through an area of the country where you don't see many a coach.
So, some of the time I do see hapless souls who are desperately trying to get to the next town - and also it is winter and everything is frozen, or at least darn muddy.
Most of them are, of couse, dumb enough to try to catch a lift where there's not even enough room to pull over w/o being immediately rear-ended, and certainly, I'm not bored with life enough to be a sport for some sporty gentlemen in tracksuits on a Saturday night. But ocassionally, I do pick up hitchhikers.
So far, only one was drunk, and you get an all warm and fuzzy feeling being helpful to that guy who failed his driver's license test (unlike you) or the lady returning home to Makowiec from Skaryszew from a low-paid job (unlike you).
Still, the Stephen King stories do little to help (see Chattering Teeth), so I am wondering if you have any patented defensive scenarios for such an occasion
So, some of the time I do see hapless souls who are desperately trying to get to the next town - and also it is winter and everything is frozen, or at least darn muddy.
Most of them are, of couse, dumb enough to try to catch a lift where there's not even enough room to pull over w/o being immediately rear-ended, and certainly, I'm not bored with life enough to be a sport for some sporty gentlemen in tracksuits on a Saturday night. But ocassionally, I do pick up hitchhikers.
So far, only one was drunk, and you get an all warm and fuzzy feeling being helpful to that guy who failed his driver's license test (unlike you) or the lady returning home to Makowiec from Skaryszew from a low-paid job (unlike you).
Still, the Stephen King stories do little to help (see Chattering Teeth), so I am wondering if you have any patented defensive scenarios for such an occasion