this morning #977.

this morning, after a full half hour of standing on the side of an empty highway staring off into the distance, i successfully flagged down the first car that came along. thank god. i made sure my truck was locked, quickly walked over to the car & peered in. a blonde in the back seat rolled her window down just enough for us to communicate, asked me what was up with my truck. “need a ride somewhere?” “you’re not a serial killer, are you?” the two women up front stared at me. didn’t say a word, even after i introduced myself & waved to them. i assured the one who would actually engage with me that i was no murderer. i was just a man who needed to get to the next town. she unlocked the door.