Hitchhikers

I haven't picked up a hitch hiker in decades. Of course, you don't see many, it might even be illegal in this state. When I was young and stupid, in the Navy, I ran across a "sweet young thing" out E of San Diego on a secondary road. "I looked carefully" for the "pals" hiding behind various things, and it turned out to be one--I didn't see

I stopped, and this guy came up behind the blind quarter. I looked around, he had tossed a bag through the rear side window, and was about halfway into the rear seat of the Roadrunner when he encountered the 3/8" deep dark black hole of the 4" Ruger. I had it in a shirt down in the channel next to the driver's seat/ door, and swung it around there with my left hand.

Told him to "get the **** out of my car."

He looked at me and grinned.

I moved it a bit closer to his face and yelled it again. Didn't even shut the door. Put it in gear and LEFT. His bag got ejected a short piece down the road.

This was sometime? around 71-72