Sometime over the summer (I want to say it was in July but I canapos;t really remember), I was driving home from Daveapos;s house (Dave is this guy I was seeing - heapos;s Hostess status (i.e. A fluffy pink cupcake) and Iapos;m not into him anymore, not that itapos;s relevant). It was a weeknight, around midnight or 1:00 a.m. And I was driving up that hill by the drive-in theater in Auburn. I passed this hitchhiker on the side of the road. He was kind of a smaller guy, well-dressed (kind of skater meets preppy) and he looked pissed off.
I went all the way up the hill and I just kept thinking about this poor guy and how much it must suck to be hiking up that steep-ass hill in the middle of the night. Thereapos;s not a lot of traffic around that time and it was hard to see him... So I turned around and went all the way down, flipped a bitch, called Dave in case I disappeared (I try to be precautionary) and stopped behind the hitchhiker.
He looked so relieved when he came to my window. I, of course, asked him if he was some kind of psycho and told him that I that I didnapos;t have enough money to make robbing me worthwhile. He said the same to me and I let him in the car.
His name was Giovanni, he was 22, and heapos;d walked all the way from BB McGrawapos;s, where heapos;d caught his girlfriend making out with one of his friends. He was a little drunk, but not sloppy, and he made interesting company. We bonded while I drove him home (all the way down to the Maple Valley Highway). I gave him a little advice; he gave me a little advice. It was an interesting drive. Iapos;m not someone that would normally even consider picking up a hitchhiker, but it was oddly rewarding.
This has been a year for stepping outside of my comfort zone.
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