Basically this is my attempt to prove to the masses that hitching isn't dangerous and scary based upon my experiences. Though I must say I'm not responsible if something goes horribly wrong. :P
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Today I was hitching back from Ballincollig to Cork city and I got a lift from a suit. I was surprised considering that I'm a scruff beardy freeloader...kind of. That however wasn't the most unusual thing that happened to me today. I was hitching out of Cork when I got picked up by a woman. Now this in itself is a bit strange. Women on their own don't pick you up unless they know you. The really weird thing is the fact there was a wee panda purse on the dash. (For those of you that don't know I'm known as Panda). I said that I truly am haunted and she asked me why. I told her that I'm known as Panda and then she said " So am I." I was almost surprised. I then went on to find out when she doesn't have/can't afford to run a car she also hitches. I could do nothing but laugh. A friend of mine used to say that there's a singularity of wierdness around me. I think he may be right.....
Ok so there have been no updates recently but I have had some family stuff happening and at the moment I'm trying to put together a basic guide to hitching in my head. I'm trying to word it properly so it'll be clear and concise.
For now I'm just going to say one of the most important things about hitching. Be nice to those that give you a lift. For example at the weekend I went to Wexford. On the way one of the cars I was getting a lift in got a flat tyre. The guy that was giving me a lift said that he'd do it himself when I said I'd help. I was insistent. It's what you have to do. The person is giving you a lift. They are going out of their way to be nice to you so do the same.