Xkot has an extremely creepy, but true, personal anecdote to tell. All that was missing was the hook in the door handle …
Actually, I’d feel a lot better if he were just making it all up. It’s very disturbing to think that someone I know (even just via a blog) had an encounter like this.
I mean, that sort of stuff doesn’t happen to real people.
Does it?
Uhm…DAMN!!!
I picked up a gal once, but it was really cold outside and she was headed to the same place I was which was 1 minute away.
That one I didn’t have too much of a problem with since she was going about two houses down from where I was headed.
However, my rule of thumb, NEVER PICK UP HITCHHIKERS!!! If I’m alone in my car I won’t even pull over to help people on the side of rode. I don’t want to take the chance….
Sad, but true.
I’ve never picked up a hitchiker myself, but once I was a passenger in a carload of college kids (peaceniks on our way to Dallas to protest at the 1984 Republican convention!) when the driver decided to pick up a young woman with a crutch and a big bandage on her leg. She was on her way to meet her biker boyfriend in another town. As we drove the smell of rotting meat got strong enough that we had to roll down the windows. We all tried to impress upon her that she needed to find an emergency room to get her leg looked at. I’m not sure we convinced her. We left her with Mr. Biker in a McDonal’s parking lot as requested. I kind of wish we’d dropped her at a hospital instead.
The worst roadside good smaraitan story I’ve ever heard was a fellow in Houston who stopped on I-45 to help two strangers fix a flat. He got their car rolling and in return they murdered him. He was a well-known environmentalist in town; the Armand Bayou nature preserve is named after him.