So. I live in the middle of nowhere, central Florida 15 miles from the University of Florida, Ben Sasse edition. Rednecks, cousin lovers, and the beastiality heartland. These people love trump and DeSantis and I can wait for the war of the signs to start. But here is a little story for you. Yesterday, I was traveling the 10 miles to the local super Wally world to pick up soda and cat food. On the side of the road, a guy was hitchhiking in front of his broken down truck. No hesitation, I stopped.
The guy was looking rough and kinda toothless. He had a gas can and put it in back of the Jeep. The thank you’s we’re numerous. I drove him the mile and a half to the Circle K and he wanted to fill up my tank too. I was full and said no. So he went in and paid for his can to be filled up. He tried to give me money and thanked me again. He was going to walk back, but I insisted on bringing him back. When he got back he shook my hand and had noticed the Biden sticker on the Jeep. He said he didn’t
@PirateWench In my life I have seen hitchhiker things. Two friends killed years ago. I hate to pass people by, but I trust no one after that. And being a woman, you have to be even more careful.
@PirateWench I'm just very paranoid. What I saw a couple of times were girls. And when you pull over, suddenly a couple guys popped out. Done.
Also, you got suspended on Twit, correct?
@Nick_Searles What most people who drive with me don't know is that on the left hand of my drivers seat, down by the floorboard, I have a huge machete. It was broad daylight, and yeah, looking back, it was probably stupid, but it was also a well traveled road and the gas station was only a mile and a half away. But yea, I usually don't trust many either.