This is an older post I came across from June of 2011, but it made me laugh (and cringe) all over again, so thought I would share:
I’ve done some crazy things in my life, but none quite rival my hitchhiking adventure. It was shortly after I moved in with Mr. B. I was 18 with a steady job, but no license. Most days, Mr. B was able to get me from Point A to Point B, but on this particular day he wasn’t able to. I decided I would just walk to work, even though it was across town. No sooner had I set out, an old pickup truck pulled up beside me.
The man had stringy, blonde hair and a bit of a dirty look about him. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt and blasting classic rock. In fact, he vaguely resembled Axl Rose from G & R. (Pre failed 2002 MTV Music Awards comeback performance. Oh my, do you remember that? *laughs* He was chubby with braids and he was huffing around on stage trying to reclaim his 80’s glory. Terrible. If you haven’t seen it, go to Youtube! But I digress) So the man asked me if I wanted a ride. I told him I didn’t take rides from strangers, to which he replied that his name was Buddy. True to my naive, carefree style back then, this piece of information was sufficient for me. I jumped in, but made sure to stay squished against my door lest I should have to tuck and roll out of it if things got weird. At first, we didn’t really speak. He might have commented on the weather, but all I could think about was whether Buddy was going to make good on getting me to work.
When we were about halfway there, he got this very serious look on his face and asked me if I had a boyfriend. I admit that I started to get scared. Flashes of my story on an episode of “America’s Most Wanted” flooded through my head. I did the only thing I could think of in response.
In a slightly breathless and theatrical tone, I asked “Do you believe in Jesus, Buddy?” He looked as if I had just sprayed him with too much Eau de God and he didn’t like the smell of it. I took this as a sign to keep going. So I continued to ramble on about how God was my one and only. Towards the end of my speech, I sounded a lot like one of those pastors you see on TV. “Praise the Lord, Hallelujah!” (Thick Southern accent included) In fact, I was so wrapped up in my performance, I didn’t realize we were sitting in front of my work. With a quick thanks, I jumped out and he sped off.
I’ve mentioned this before, but I’m not super religious. I was raised Catholic, but I don’t go to Church. I do believe in a higher power though and I think that he was with me that day. And I imagine he was rocking out to “Sweet Child O’ Mine.”
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