Never Take Rides from Strangers
Was probably the only lesson my parents never taught me when I was really young.

When I was young (I'd say about ten) we went for a vacation to P.E.I. (wow!). Rented house and all. One day, we all took a long stroll down the road to the beach. Quite quickly after we got there, my brother managed to slice his foot open on a rock. Cue my mom and dad running back to the house with him leaving me and my older sister to walk back. Not a problem, even though I'm tired. I went there barefoot, but the road was rocky, so my dad gave me his oversized sandals before he went off running. Well with that and me being tired, I was extremely slow and my sister got tired of me lagging behind. Wasn't long before everyone was out of sight and I had no idea where I was.

Cue a strange man in a Jeep. I give him my story, that I'm there on vacation, the place we're staying is down the road somewhere, but I have no clue. He offers to give me a ride down the road, to try and find the house. Not knowing not to, I oblige. After a bit of driving, I see the house, I thank him, and he lets me out. Nice guy.

Of course my parents are happy to see that I actually made it home, though a little ticked off that I had taken this random ride from a random stranger. Guess they were a little late with the no rides from strangers thing. I Still didn't quite get it after that, clearly getting a ride from strangers can help in a predicament.
(KingScott, Tue 21 Aug 2007, 3:51, Reply)