I used to pick up hitchers if I could
and if I didn't think there was a reasonable chance of them murdering me along the way to steal my beautiful Mk2 Polo with the square back.

I don't think there's that many interesting stories to tell, though. There was the guy I didn't pick up from Toddington services because the other hitcher there was really scared by him and convinced him that they'd have better luck getting a ride if they waited separately on the slip road, so he told him to go and stand fifty yards away. I picked up the first guy, who was going the same way as me, and when the other hitcher saw this he shouted and started running towards the car and he was all like "Drive! Believe me, you don't want to give that guy a lift." He said the guy was obviously on some sort of MASSIVE DRUGS and he'd been more or less incoherently threatening the whole time they'd been waiting together, so lucky escape there I suppose.
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Sun 24 Aug 2014, 8:14, 2 replies)

"this one time an anecdote didn't happen"

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Sun 24 Aug 2014, 9:27, closed)

I don't think there's that many interesting stories to tell,
but I'm not going to let that stop me.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Mon 25 Aug 2014, 9:46, closed)