Alice, pt1
I don’t see many hitch hikers these days, and certainly not single women. To be honest, my first instinct as I stopped to let her into the cab was to feel protective. Who knew what sort of pervert might pick her up? Of course, that pervert turned out to be me, and I needn’t have worried on her behalf. She was quite capable of taking care of herself. In retrospect I pity anyone who ever did cause her any problems. They’d have soon found themselves very much the worse for it. The usual, unspoken deal with hitch hiking is that the driver wants some company, and the price of the lift is to make entertaining conversation on the subject, or subjects of the driver’s choosing. I’ve hitched myself in the past, and sometimes it can …