You might have noticed I haven't posted recent entries following my story out west, and its due to one reason, what is coming next in the trip requires my full concentration, and long writing, as the individual, a Mr Mike-Steve(his real name) is such a character I cannot rush and cheat it.
So, instead I'm going to go through my list of hitching stories, and throw a quick one up, for entertainments sake.
I chose this one, because Ive been talking recently with a mate about the perspective of the drivers; and what persuades them to pick up a hitcher. We got talking and he was really into the idea of profiling the drivers. Why do people go out of their way to pick up and help random strangers? Who are they, what do they do, what do they have in common, what do they drive? Its an idea I haven't seen before and I quite liked it. I'm not changing the outlook of my blog, as it is still the experience I write about, but the kind strangers are what make up the adventure.
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It was raining dogs and cats, tigers and turtles. We couldn't work due to the rain, so it was a bittersweet day off. As always on days off, we went into Penticton. Today was no exception and after breakfast in our electricity free kitchen(no lies), I threw my rain jacket on and went to hitch a ride with my good friend, Sarah.
We were on the main road, playing the 'alphabet game' the topic I think was bands, or cities(usually was) and we didn't wait more than 10 minutes until a car stopped for us. It was a four-door station wagon, I think a Subaru, the soccer-mom one. So would it surprise you that it was a soccer Mom that picked us up? Well it was and she was extremely nice. We found out she was an insurance agent who was taking a short cut home, as the forest fires had shut down the main road.[at the time, the BC fires were a huge problem, and alot of the people picking me up were from this pool] I don't know if its because Sarah was with me, but she told us she almost never picks up hitchers, but didn't think twice today. It was rainy, and we looked a couple, so I guess it was just the non-threatening vibes that coaxed her. We chatted small talk, about work in the Okanagan Valley, life and all that jazz. She was really nice, and it was encouraging to see a woman of her type; petite, attractive and vulnerable, pick up hitchers without hesitation.
She dropped us off at our usual cafe, and we parted ways. To us, it was just another hitch, but to her, I think it was so much more.
Another mutually beneficial hitch in the babystep attempt in opening minds and lives.
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