hitchhiking_disasters sixteen "Thanks for the ride" thumbs up sign, backpack on, rolling eyes, and CD skipping in my discman. Slammed door. He pulls away almost as fast and eagerly he pulled up to me in the first place, and I couldn't know how he feels. I couldn't know what its like to expect something sexual from a passenger and to put my hand on their thigh and hear clenched teeth parting to say, "please. don't. TOUCH. me." I couldn't know why one would act confused and work their hand further up and ask for a name, as if names mattered in this situation. I couldn't know... Whether it was conscious or not, this exchange happened right before a stop light which turned red as if on cue. I hopped out easily, using the body everyone loves to touch without permission. And I walked, not really caring, just blushing from the contact. stuck out my thumb once more and hitch hiked home. 030825 ... Strideo "Thanks for the ride lady" ... 030825 ... Strideo oh yeah! now I remember the name. I was quoting "Creepshow 2" I still remember it from when I was a kid. ... 030825 what's it to you? who go blather from