running with the beers
many years ago as a teenager I used to hitchhike to get to the shore in the summer. I was picked up once by two chaps and as I entered the back seat of the car and noticed about 100 empty beer cans on the floor of the back seat. As usual, I paid no attention to this and got happily in the back seat of the car. The fellows were obviously drunk. When the gentlemen drove through a toll booth without stopping to pay, I suddenly had a flash that perhaps this was not a good idea. I said "excuse me, you can let me out here", and they said, "why, we're not at the shore yet" and I said, "uh, I forgot something, let me out and yelled out a mightly scream. They stopped the car and I ran out, with my hitchiking career now over.
(bunchesup, Thu 3 Jan 2008, 4:31, Reply)