I don’t know why the theme is hitchiking. Probably because I could not sleep last night, and for some reason “Every Day is a Winding Road” by Sheryl Crow kept going through my head. And not in a good way.

Use What You’ve Got, Kid

She stared at him from across the highway. Heading east, cars whipped past him, ignoring his request for a ride. As the truck approached, heading west, she stuck out a leg and hiked her skirt. He gaped as it pulled off the road.

“Hey kid, even monkeys have opposable thumbs.”