I was working the late shift at a restaurant in Longmont, Colorado for a time. One night, as I drove home from work, I observed a young woman standing by the road with her thumb up. I make it a habit to pick up hitch hikers when I get the chance because I have been helped with a ride plenty of times myself. Besides, it was near midnight and Longmont didn’t seem like a safe place for a young lady to be hitching at this time of night. Safer with me than some creeper I thought. Upon pulling over, the girl jumped into my truck, plopping down on the bench next to me. As I pulled away she promptly asked me…….”Do you party?” This wasn’t the usual “how far ya going?” I was used to, but, being a country boy from the sticks, I have seen my share of parties, so I replied,”… sometimes.” I confess, I was quite naive at the time so I was a little surprised by what she said next. “How much money do you have?” My mind raced while I tried to decide if I was to be robbed or invited to a rave. “Not much” I answered. “I can work with anything you got” She quipped. Panic gripped me. My God, I thought, I’ve picked up a prostitute! I had to escape. “I have a girlfriend” I lied. She gave me a disgusted look. “Sorry” (awkward silence) “So, where am I taking you?” “Here’s fine,” she said, so I pulled over and out she jumped. I still get a kick out of seeing peoples faces when I tell them I picked up a prostitute once. At least it was good for that.
Mark – NH